<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:52:13.145+08:00</updated><category term='reunion dinner'/><category term='lunar new year'/><category term='thai express'/><category term='execrable CHEAT technique'/><category term='Temptation is Man&apos;s worst enemy'/><category term='sec 4'/><category term='grad day'/><title type='text'>Style Makes Fight</title><subtitle type='html'>We do it from behind™</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1826739613256068468</id><published>2011-11-08T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:47:26.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had it gone right...</title><content type='html'>I would have been sitting in the exam hall, writing the first paper for the A level today. But no, just like a coward, I decided to pull out at the last minute. Life is funny, isn't it? For many days, you find yourself cruising along the highway at great speed, then suddenly, a hiccup appears and you're forced to screech to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, if things had gone smoothly for me, I should be packed with anxiety, wondering what the first paper for the A level will be like. But no, I woke up, feeling like it was any other day. Today is a very significant day, or at least it should have been. Strangely, I've managed to cope with this well. No one really asked how I feel, actually. I know many are dying to ask, they just don't know how to put it. I've some friends in college whom I hold on to closely and dearly. I've never told them about my decision, even till now. I don't know how to tell them, after being together for so long, having so much fun and tough times together, finding trust in one another, I somehow reason it out myself. Sometimes, what hurts the most, what makes words most difficult to say, is having to say them to those who matter the most, those who care for you the most. And you know who you are. You are the one best friend I've ever had, and yet I have never found the courage to tell you my decision. I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:37pm today, a message came through from you, asking if I was coming. I've had many friends, a lot of them. But deep down, I know you are the one whom I can call a true friend. Every time trouble finds me, you will be the first to ask where I am, or if something is happening that I didn't turn up for classes, etc. I want to apologize. For the fact that I didn't tell you, my best friend, about my own selfish personal decision. I've seen the times when you cried, I've cheered you up on the times you were down. But I'd never let anyone do the same to me. I've never cried in front of anyone in college, never. And you have always thought I was the strongest person you ever met. And so did everyone else. I hide away all my lousy feelings and only show the good ones. This year was especially hard for me. A lot of things happened, that it'd probably take me 5 good years to finish narrating all that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the sadness, there is still a blessing in disguise. I found you, my best friend, ever. And finally after 2 good years, a proper blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1826739613256068468?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1826739613256068468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1826739613256068468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1826739613256068468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1826739613256068468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2011/11/had-it-gone-right.html' title='Had it gone right...'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2105489945318399764</id><published>2011-10-27T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:38:17.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years on</title><content type='html'>People change. I have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2105489945318399764?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2105489945318399764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2105489945318399764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2105489945318399764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2105489945318399764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-years-on.html' title='2 years on'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-560767397349498840</id><published>2011-07-17T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:23:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this feeling?</title><content type='html'>A twinge of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I expected it all along. What was I thinking? The more you try, the harder you fall. I wish someone knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-560767397349498840?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/560767397349498840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=560767397349498840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/560767397349498840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/560767397349498840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-this-feeling.html' title='What is this feeling?'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-257425328250548590</id><published>2011-05-06T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:54:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid</title><content type='html'>So tired. Haven't been here for so long, but I feel so down... In my head, there are so many things I wanna say, so many. But I just can't put them into words. I feel so sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-257425328250548590?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/257425328250548590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=257425328250548590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/257425328250548590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/257425328250548590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/unsaid.html' title='Unsaid'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6209859682869858557</id><published>2010-12-31T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:17:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Runs Away</title><content type='html'>One year ends, another year starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6209859682869858557?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6209859682869858557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6209859682869858557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6209859682869858557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6209859682869858557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-runs-away.html' title='2010 Runs Away'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-111591244386599766</id><published>2010-12-11T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T10:46:57.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Taipei</title><content type='html'>Now SG feels like a desert. So much fun back at Taipei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-111591244386599766?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/111591244386599766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=111591244386599766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/111591244386599766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/111591244386599766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-taipei.html' title='Back from Taipei'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1754647871914121385</id><published>2010-11-22T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:33:40.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>Had bridging programme earlier and I was recommended to consider teaching as a future career. Definitely a compliment and a boost to my self-confidence but teaching doesn't sound that nice an idea, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, let's see what happens during the 2-week stint. Meanwhile, take care you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1754647871914121385?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1754647871914121385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1754647871914121385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1754647871914121385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1754647871914121385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be?'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-743907651497507090</id><published>2010-10-10T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:48:49.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 October 2010</title><content type='html'>Perfect 10 day. I love it. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-743907651497507090?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/743907651497507090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=743907651497507090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/743907651497507090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/743907651497507090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-october-2010.html' title='10 October 2010'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5130166521423370530</id><published>2010-07-17T07:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T07:18:04.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooo there. It's been some time since I even write on this space. So decided to update the long overdue entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hell busy in school. MYE has just passed. Some good grades, some bad ones. To sum it up I got 2Bs, 1 E, 1S, and 1 U. So, 3 passes out of 5. Have to work harder and get better grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say really... see you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5130166521423370530?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5130166521423370530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5130166521423370530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5130166521423370530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5130166521423370530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/helloooo-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2046886063575533664</id><published>2010-06-28T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:55:15.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let There Be Love</title><content type='html'>Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jx8OT-G3Tow&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jx8OT-G3Tow&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2046886063575533664?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2046886063575533664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2046886063575533664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2046886063575533664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2046886063575533664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-there-be-love.html' title='Let There Be Love'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-4139982432609862087</id><published>2010-06-10T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:47:02.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta go Home...</title><content type='html'>And I feel like I'm living someone else's life, it's like I just stepped outside and everything was going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laRmYIl5joI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laRmYIl5joI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-4139982432609862087?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4139982432609862087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=4139982432609862087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4139982432609862087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4139982432609862087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-gotta-go-home.html' title='I gotta go Home...'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2122259933402155672</id><published>2010-04-01T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:57:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Damn this life. WHY ME WHY ME WHY ME??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN OTHERS DO IT AND I CAN'T? I need to be saved... right here, right now. Life's a cruel joke. Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2122259933402155672?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2122259933402155672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2122259933402155672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2122259933402155672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2122259933402155672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/04/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3231091416645131940</id><published>2010-03-17T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:10:26.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closest Thing To Crazy</title><content type='html'>Another great song, sung by a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard, but there are good things in store for us to help us unwind. And this song is just one of them. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DCacIEbAlM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DCacIEbAlM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3231091416645131940?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3231091416645131940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3231091416645131940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3231091416645131940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3231091416645131940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/closest-thing-to-crazy.html' title='The Closest Thing To Crazy'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7990385582296936521</id><published>2010-02-16T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:03:11.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time ever since I've come back on to this space. I've been pretty busy lately with matters in school and the rest of the days ahead will also be equally packed. Yea, classes are starting officially tomorrow. LOL. Or you can say it has already started 2 weeks back, whichever suits you best. Met up with the cliques from secondary school over 2 days in the past 2 weeks. I guess we have got to wait till the next holiday comes around before we arrange for a get-together session again. Life sucks when you're separated from people whom you spent 4 years of your life with. JC's life has been good so far, but it's tough to forge close bonds as with people you do in your secondary school days. You see, every day's like lectures, tutorials, enrichment classes, CCA etc. To all my friends, wherever you guys are right now, do your best and till we meet again, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7990385582296936521?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7990385582296936521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7990385582296936521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7990385582296936521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7990385582296936521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6427281554584580375</id><published>2010-01-27T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:58:58.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Bird-dogging?</title><content type='html'>"No, I'm not one of those predatory jerks who feel no guilt, I tell myself. But then I hear another louder voice in my head — the one that tells me I'm a tool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8IlU0H_mpI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8IlU0H_mpI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6427281554584580375?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6427281554584580375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6427281554584580375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6427281554584580375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6427281554584580375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-bird-dogging.html' title='Am I Bird-dogging?'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2445754262686161844</id><published>2010-01-18T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:09:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's ROLL!</title><content type='html'>Was chilling out with a friend over at the BITC. Great music there, hahah. And guess what, they were playing all those old classic songs, which I happened to know about 80% of them all. Can't remember all the songs that were played but I do remember a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How Deep Is Your Love - Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;2. Rock With You&lt;br /&gt;3. A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that (can't remember the title, but yeah, this is part of the song's lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll Make Love To You&lt;br /&gt;5. Michael Buble - I'm Your Man, etc&lt;br /&gt;6. Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't Want To Miss A Thing - Aerosmith version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, and she was laughing at the fact that a 16-year-old like me know the songs here that only people in their late 20s or 30s do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That should add 10 years to your age," she said. She's 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that should be taken as a compliment or wild remark. Hahaha. But yes, I'm more in tune with old songs like that compared to the type of music people in my generation should listen to. I can easily croon the songs effortlessly, without forgetting a single part of the lyrics. LOL. There're days when I wonder why I'm not born 10 years earlier, life will be much more delightful for me because throughout the course of this period, I found out that I do talk better with adults. Hahaha. Or rather, I've lots of things to share with them and common interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate the times when I have to pretend to be someone I'm not... just to make myself relevant to people of my age group. Hahahahahaha. So if you hear me listening to Lady Gaga or watching HSM, it's not because I like her songs or the show, it's because I HAVE to... because I'm 16! And yes, partly because most of my friends are also teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you believe I'm 16? Or am I just trapped in the body of a 16-year-old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2445754262686161844?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2445754262686161844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2445754262686161844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2445754262686161844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2445754262686161844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-roll.html' title='Let&apos;s ROLL!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7901793388539639010</id><published>2010-01-12T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:44:44.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Kinda Day</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm back on again. Don't know what this post will be like so I'll just do it free-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the week with a stayover at Melissa's place with the usual friends. Had good, awesome fun. Can't be better. Spent the night watching movies, playing Monopoly, crapping and a hellava sleep. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which was the collection of results. Got nine points, which was fairly decent, but still not enough to get into my desired TJC. Bonus points will get me a place there, but still don't wanna use it for something like that. And I thought, how close I was to getting a 2-digit score, hahah. Well, close shave! Been a weird day, yesterday I mean. Wasn't really sure if I felt excited or down. Neutral will be the right word to use. Walked around the hall with friends for a while, saw some old buddies. There are sad cases, but definitely some upbeat ones. Ah, well, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong you guys. Hit the world with our asses... hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7901793388539639010?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7901793388539639010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7901793388539639010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7901793388539639010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7901793388539639010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatever-kinda-day.html' title='Whatever Kinda Day'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-4287400677767324251</id><published>2010-01-02T19:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:33:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro's Big  21st</title><content type='html'>Ok, some forewords for this guy who turned 21 today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, of course. I'm really glad you chose to spend the day doing some voluntary work. I hope it opens the doors to a newer and better world for you. You see, I've always wanted to join a humanitarian organization when I grow up and I'm pretty near that goal now. But it really enlightens me to see someone close to me willing to sacrifice some extra time to contribute to society in a meaningful way. If you like it and are of the idea, I'd truly hope we can set up a help team in the future and strive to help those who need our assistance and concern. I've exactly no idea why I'm sounding so serious and formal here but maybe, it's because that's the only dream I've only been true to all these years I've lived on earth. If there's only one thing I could do in this world, it'd be this: humanitarian work. Other things on earth seem pretty boring and mundane to me, besides some other activities, hahah. And if you ever want to join NUH friends and help out in the hospital, tell me, we'd go together. LOL. Finally, dearest bro, I hope life has in store for you some pleasant surprises in your adult years. Let's continue to laugh like lamers and joke like the biggest idiots on this planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my friends. I know most of you have wondering why I'm frequently out of town and are frustrated that it's sooo tough to look me up. Hahah, my cell's been flooded with lots of messages asking me where in the world I'm at. Primary school or secondary school friends alike, I just got too many activities to attend to for no reason these days. Sorry if I can't fulfill my dates with you all. Will make it up to you guys next time. Maybe you people can gimme a hard slap on the face or something like that, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the latest instalment in my life. I just got to know a new friend. She's a respiratory therapist who's currently based in the Middle East. It's none of anyone's concern here but I'd just like to say it's the first time I've met someone who connects with me so well on the same level and someone who's nice to chill out with. Hope she can squeeze some time out of her busy schedule so we can do a little catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated new year to all my beloved friends and family. I'll love you guys more in 2010, promise. HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-4287400677767324251?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4287400677767324251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=4287400677767324251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4287400677767324251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4287400677767324251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/bros-big-21st.html' title='Bro&apos;s Big  21st'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8545794390504415649</id><published>2009-12-31T09:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:40:51.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mrs Jones</title><content type='html'>A lot of times in life, we do things we aren't supposed to. Things get difficult when others want to do certain things while the other does not. Then we cave in to temptation at second thoughts... because the situation felt good. You don't want to leave opportunities behind. And then, I sat back and thought through things. If something goes against your principles, will you still do it? If the whole episode is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, will you go for it? I don't know 'bout most people here, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems wrong, but it feels right. If only I could just ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INH0N83ztg0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INH0N83ztg0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8545794390504415649?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8545794390504415649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8545794390504415649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8545794390504415649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8545794390504415649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-mrs-jones.html' title='Me and Mrs Jones'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2249158181884343269</id><published>2009-12-21T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:22:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to shed those kilos</title><content type='html'>My breakfast in future will be milk and cereal. I had milk plus cookie crunch cereal today. Just bought lots of boxes of cereal flakes which I thought are high enough for me to stack the Eiffel Tower. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went biking earlier. I might be going for a jog in the evening or tomorrow. Not that I've grown over-sized during the holidays, I just feel I'm not as fit as before. Hopefully my heart beat will be reduced to 55-60 per minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, while doing some Christmas shopping, I chanced upon an Anpanman VCD collection. Yes, VCD. It's a full set TV series. Really want to get it because you can't find Anpanman episodes so easily now, not even on the net. I was only 8 or 9 when the show was broadcast on TV. Cost $29.90. Daddy recently bought me a life-sized Anpan. Very cuddly. When I hug Anpan to sleep, I feel as though I'm sleeping with a real human being. That's the fun part! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm here, I just wanna share with you guys something interesting that I saw on a poster while in NUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Short Course On Human Interaction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 Most Important Words&lt;br /&gt;I admit I made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 Most Important Words&lt;br /&gt;You did a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 Most Important Words&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Most Important Words&lt;br /&gt;If you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 Most Important Words&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Important Word&lt;br /&gt;"We"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Least Important Word&lt;br /&gt;"I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, well, good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2249158181884343269?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2249158181884343269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2249158181884343269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2249158181884343269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2249158181884343269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-shed-those-kilos.html' title='Time to shed those kilos'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-4237101445717342418</id><published>2009-12-19T11:11:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:59:51.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's way too good for me</title><content type='html'>Man, I'm back. For one thing, I just realized Christmas's nearing. Time to place orders for turkey, ham, log cake, etc. I shall let you guys have a glimpse of what I've been up to during the holidays. Then again, Bro and I have been real jokers while on vacation. We went ahead to play with the drum kit at night when we couldn't sleep tight. The bet? If I do better than him, he has to get me a Fred Perry. Otherwise, I'd give him my phone. For everyone's info, I just got a new mobile some time back. Yes, be awed! HAHAHA. After all, how many times have I gone around telling people I'm gonna get a new phone, I'm gonna get a new phone and it all ends up to be vacuum talk? Watched the HK drama &lt;a href="http://mytv.tvb.com/drama/beautyofthegame/103208"&gt;美麗高解像&lt;/a&gt; everyday at 9:30pm back in Hong Kong. Funnily witty! I was the one who started watching the show and nearly laughed till my pants dropped in the hotel. This woke my bro up and there goes, our usual night-time drama session cum joke time. Hope the show can be imported fast into Singapore or the net. It's only into episode 5 in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook's a lousy social networking site. Don't know why I have this sense of repulsion towards it. The loading's goddamn slow. No wonder I hardly even use it. Blogging's better... makes me wonder, these days, how many people actually still blog with the sprouting of more convenient sites like Twitter and Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxH8oGjpNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sGZ-wgE-C2Y/s1600-h/with+mickey+and+minnie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783558702507218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxH8oGjpNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sGZ-wgE-C2Y/s320/with+mickey+and+minnie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, we queued for an hour to have this picture taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxIa0kdhDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NgAS9CrBpSY/s1600-h/taxi+cab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416784077445235762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxIa0kdhDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NgAS9CrBpSY/s320/taxi+cab.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old times, kind of nostalgic eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxKZioCPFI/AAAAAAAAALA/YI0yzWousPk/s1600-h/with+Jay+Chou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416786254471773266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxKZioCPFI/AAAAAAAAALA/YI0yzWousPk/s320/with+Jay+Chou.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxK3Mw7nGI/AAAAAAAAALI/tCVBod22V-8/s1600-h/Adolf+Hitler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416786763999583330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxK3Mw7nGI/AAAAAAAAALI/tCVBod22V-8/s320/Adolf+Hitler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxLX_9OvVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XYFZepcEgXI/s1600-h/Aaron+Kwok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416787327497190738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxLX_9OvVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XYFZepcEgXI/s320/Aaron+Kwok.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Kwok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxL43xWxJI/AAAAAAAAALY/5gTjzY2ifyw/s1600-h/Astro+Boy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416787892235584658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxL43xWxJI/AAAAAAAAALY/5gTjzY2ifyw/s320/Astro+Boy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! Astro Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxMq6nBiPI/AAAAAAAAALg/LjZSw9-_uoM/s1600-h/Tiger+Woods.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416788751991015666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxMq6nBiPI/AAAAAAAAALg/LjZSw9-_uoM/s320/Tiger+Woods.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiger Woods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxOCXvd1aI/AAAAAAAAALo/4BDhdtkmrj4/s1600-h/With+Ayumi+Hamasaki.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416790254459671970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxOCXvd1aI/AAAAAAAAALo/4BDhdtkmrj4/s320/With+Ayumi+Hamasaki.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxOZNxmoVI/AAAAAAAAALw/S2Ka-zPfW7s/s1600-h/Mick+Jagger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416790646921273682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxOZNxmoVI/AAAAAAAAALw/S2Ka-zPfW7s/s320/Mick+Jagger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick Jagger. Keep rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many to be uploaded. Next time, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-4237101445717342418?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4237101445717342418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=4237101445717342418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4237101445717342418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4237101445717342418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-way-too-good-for-me.html' title='Life&apos;s way too good for me'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SyxH8oGjpNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sGZ-wgE-C2Y/s72-c/with+mickey+and+minnie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2987676631598786289</id><published>2009-12-11T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:32:03.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours by ...</title><content type='html'>Well, how much cuter can one get? This boy's most adorable kid I've ever seen in my life, ever. Makes me want to pinch his face, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back down to brass tacks. Yes, I'm back, for the time being. Will be leaving town again. I guess I'll be returning 2 weeks later, after which, there will be class gathering, Christmas celebration and bro's 21st birthday. Hmm, not forgetting, ushering in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day you chaps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2987676631598786289?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2987676631598786289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2987676631598786289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2987676631598786289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2987676631598786289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-yours-by-cute-little-japanese-boy.html' title='I&apos;m Yours by ...'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8114645848256455059</id><published>2009-11-25T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:06:03.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt like this in a while. Or should I say, for a long time to come? Yea, angry. I don't know if humans are just goddamn careless in what they say or do or whatsoever. But sometimes the slightest thing they do riles you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I did the usual thing I will do when I'm hopping mad. Go to the bed, listen to some jazz and think over some issues. You know, when I'm feeling angry, I always try to avoid people. I don't want to talk to anybody and all I want to do is to be left alone. That's because inside my head, there are strings of vulgarities popping up so very often... I think I might just lash out at anyone I see. I try so very hard to convince myself that they are all lies and excuses, but I know they are not. It's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to lie on the bed, tell everyone I'm going to sleep so no one in the house could hell talk to me. That's just me, and I have always been like that. So if no one wants to get hurt by what I'm gonna say, the kindest thing I will say to anyone when I'm furious is, just get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to listen to this piece which I haven't heard in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life can show no mercy, it can tear your soul apart. It can make you feel like you're crazy but you're not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go listen to Frank Sinatra to get my mind off things again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8114645848256455059?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8114645848256455059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8114645848256455059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8114645848256455059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8114645848256455059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6581953399917709905</id><published>2009-11-21T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:16:54.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The X Factor show 2009: Featuring MB</title><content type='html'>My all-time favourite. No other song beats this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBmiSrSDBIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBmiSrSDBIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6581953399917709905?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6581953399917709905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6581953399917709905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6581953399917709905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6581953399917709905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/x-factor-show-2009-featuring-mb.html' title='The X Factor show 2009: Featuring MB'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8266462845631882284</id><published>2009-11-14T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:02:57.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Needs a Hug</title><content type='html'>I saw something intriguing that I can't resist sharing it with you all! You simply got to see the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobert Rosing's striking images of a wild polar bear coming upon tender sled dogs in the wilds of Canada's Hudson Bay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6ZEvqeQAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vx0ZR210Bck/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403924909684310018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6ZEvqeQAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vx0ZR210Bck/s320/p1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like the Bear's gonna eat the dogs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6ZSnoC6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uYxwvT-KOec/s1600-h/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403925148044814706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6ZSnoC6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uYxwvT-KOec/s320/p2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello! Good boy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6ZrhChJlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9D_CmXsoXW4/s1600-h/p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403925575773529682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6ZrhChJlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9D_CmXsoXW4/s320/p3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6Z7_LHuXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y5gRWE9WrZA/s1600-h/p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403925858740582770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6Z7_LHuXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y5gRWE9WrZA/s320/p5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6aPNDVUqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jRb7YOLjbb4/s1600-h/p6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403926188883530402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6aPNDVUqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jRb7YOLjbb4/s320/p6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartwarming. Imagine a wild and gigantic animal like the Polar (an animal which is ever so fierce and often preys on other animals) asking for merely a hug from the sled dog to keep himself cosy? Very humane. I like it. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These little things that happen round the world everyday, well, I guess that's what makes living a worthwhile thing. There are simply so many beautiful things on earth that deserve our attention. Then again, it's a pity. Life's always so fast-pace, we can't even pause for a second and take a look at the mesmerizing happenings around us and transport us to a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8266462845631882284?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8266462845631882284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8266462845631882284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8266462845631882284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8266462845631882284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/polar-needs-hug.html' title='Polar Needs a Hug'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Sv6ZEvqeQAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vx0ZR210Bck/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-4416014850376840348</id><published>2009-11-13T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:53:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Language</title><content type='html'>Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the last day that we are gonna be sitting for O level. Relief, yes. Excitement? Not really. I'm really looking forward to the many things that await me. Firstly, my schedule's almost fully packed next week. Yes, you guess it right. Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away from home for all the weekdays next week but I guess I will just return to school in the evening whatsoever. The afternoons will be spent tutoring my cousins, and maybe some activities that'd allow me to crack my brain a little. Apart from that, I'm planning to go kite-flying and biking, my childhood pastimes. Need some quiet space because I want to be alone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm gonna buy a Timbuk2 bag, and perhaps a pair of Lacoste shoes? Material needs, haha. Looking forward to family vacation too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like what you said 2 years back, I'll be sleeping under the skies, because I want to enjoy the beauty of the night. Yea, that's what I'm gonna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-4416014850376840348?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4416014850376840348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=4416014850376840348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4416014850376840348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4416014850376840348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/body-language.html' title='Body Language'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6282360024478288485</id><published>2009-11-04T11:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:53:05.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of Me</title><content type='html'>How's O level? I think it was fine, but I worry for E Maths paper, a lot. I do make a number of mistakes which are unforgivable. But then again, that was so long ago. Thank god I managed to get over my grief and channel my energies on the other papers. If anyone of you feels disappointed about your performance and think you've let your parents, friends and teachers down, think again. There's really no need to be sorry for what you have done. If you do well, give yourself a pat on the back. If you don't, say sorry, but only to yourself. That thought just dawned upon me a few days ago. I mean, really, the people around you don't want you to be apologizing to them, etc. I think the only one who deserves to swallow the bitter pill is us, ourselves. So, lighten up and tell youself it's ok, there's no point crying over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, things have been quite good because my bro has been around in the house recuperatuing after he got into a car crash. He would never fail to come up to me and tell me jokes and we'd scold each other for being dumb and stupid when we do not know to answer to some questions. That makes learning all the more enjoyable and fun. Anyway, bro promised to drive me out after O level, perhaps to somewhere fun? Right now, I really have the urge to hit the arcades and play daytona. Haven't entered the arcade for millions of years, wait, I think just 2 years. HAHAHA. My brain's been working ever since I entered Sec 1. As far as I remember, I don't think there's a day when my mind has drifted away from the urge to work or think about study matters. LOL. So most likely, I'd be stocking up on some reading materials to read after O level to keep my brain cells occupied. I feel uncomfortable sitting down there and doing unproductive things even for just 1 hour, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now left with Higher Chinese and MCQ papers for Physics and Chemistry. All the best to me, and you guys too. Will be flying abroad after the O level, not sure where. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song just about tells how I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIXepF0rG80&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIXepF0rG80&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6282360024478288485?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6282360024478288485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6282360024478288485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6282360024478288485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6282360024478288485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-of-me.html' title='All of Me'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6904179281341757865</id><published>2009-10-26T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:42:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Best for the Last</title><content type='html'>Finally, the deciding period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before my bro left the house, he showed me a video. It comes with a cheery song and in it, he wrote the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to give your best to win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's real sweet of him. Haha. Lastly, especially to all my dearest friends, hold on and all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're stronger here together, than we could ever be alone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6904179281341757865?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6904179281341757865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6904179281341757865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6904179281341757865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6904179281341757865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/save-best-for-last.html' title='Save the Best for the Last'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7258540657301388302</id><published>2009-10-02T13:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:11:40.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thai express'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sec 4'/><title type='text'>Post Graduation</title><content type='html'>How's your day? I bet yesterday was brilliant for most of you out there. Yes, I'm talking about graduation. Anyway, managed to catch up with some of the old classmates from 2EA'07/some from 4EA'09 over at Thai Express in the very very late evening and had the best time in my life, ever. Although we didn't manage to do much, every second spent with you guys was awesome. Hahaa. Getting sentimental I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking back home from school, I was thinking,"The good thing about having bad times is that they don't last. But, the sad thing about good times is that, they too, don't last." Then why does good times seem to go by in a flash and those bad times seem to go with you for centuries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the case, thanks to everyone who has been there for me all the time. Great friends, good teachers, fun times. Best of all, we have one another to thank for being together when we laugh, or cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to have many more good times with you guys out there! The bad times, we'll get through them, together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Weightless...maybe surrounded by a million people, I, still feel all alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SsWcwuXRW0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iV6nw7GceDA/s1600-h/Grad+Day+1+Oct+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387884890111957826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SsWcwuXRW0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iV6nw7GceDA/s320/Grad+Day+1+Oct+09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SsWedU41YjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DuMF7YGfeo4/s1600-h/Grad+Day+-+with+mel,+alex+and+marven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387886755879150130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SsWedU41YjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DuMF7YGfeo4/s320/Grad+Day+-+with+mel,+alex+and+marven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7258540657301388302?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7258540657301388302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7258540657301388302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7258540657301388302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7258540657301388302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-graduation.html' title='Post Graduation'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SsWcwuXRW0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iV6nw7GceDA/s72-c/Grad+Day+1+Oct+09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3994890375592254235</id><published>2009-09-20T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:36:44.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little jazzy</title><content type='html'>Hi yea Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been blogging for donkey years. Well, that's how I've been feeling these days. Like a donkey. Currently listening to some jazz. Things are really funny. One moment I find myself engaging happily into fast-paced music but right down at the bottom of my heart, I still know I love jazz the most. Maybe that's why I hate to tell others what music I'm listening to because I am someone who loves listening to jazz and ballad and as far as I know, only a handful of my friends listen to jazz. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the song says, &lt;em&gt;That's Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall show you guys some pictures from Natsu Matsuri which were long overdue. Taken from dinosaur century by dinosaur Anpanman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SrUGc3rkDQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mgQIwf6g9UQ/s1600-h/Natsu+Matsuri+09+(22-08-09)+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383216022644067586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SrUGc3rkDQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mgQIwf6g9UQ/s320/Natsu+Matsuri+09+(22-08-09)+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lindnette. That mask cost me a whopping $6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SrUHWRxp_xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Kl-f61z6RII/s1600-h/Natsu+Matsuri+09+(22-08-09)+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383217008901488402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SrUHWRxp_xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Kl-f61z6RII/s320/Natsu+Matsuri+09+(22-08-09)+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some strangers, and dearest sis and her friend of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3994890375592254235?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3994890375592254235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3994890375592254235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3994890375592254235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3994890375592254235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-jazzy.html' title='A little jazzy'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SrUGc3rkDQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mgQIwf6g9UQ/s72-c/Natsu+Matsuri+09+(22-08-09)+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-4409218784722661402</id><published>2009-05-21T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:03:01.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Australia Call</title><content type='html'>Received a call from Sis who is currently in Aussie right now. Hah. It's been long since I have heard from her really. Glad to know she's doing real well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-4409218784722661402?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4409218784722661402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=4409218784722661402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4409218784722661402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4409218784722661402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/05/australia-call.html' title='The Australia Call'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7205168332390526590</id><published>2009-05-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:25:30.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mum With Love</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7205168332390526590?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7205168332390526590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7205168332390526590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7205168332390526590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7205168332390526590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-mum-with-love.html' title='To Mum With Love'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2749690425190204690</id><published>2009-05-09T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:18:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Latte Says You are Sometimes Playful, Sometimes Serious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/latte.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very decadent in all aspects of your life. You never scale back, and you always live large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be quite silly at times, but you know when to buckle down and be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense and energetic, you aren't completely happy unless you are bouncing off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child at heart, and you don't ever miss the opportunity to do something playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sophisticated and daring, but you are never snobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Latte Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2749690425190204690?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2749690425190204690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2749690425190204690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2749690425190204690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2749690425190204690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-latte-says-you-are-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-4597603477290415942</id><published>2009-04-18T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:04:19.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit Of HappYness</title><content type='html'>I think Mum's right. The ultimate question is,"Am I happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so caught up with things that I lose track of myself, life and everything around me. As a matter of fact, I am someone who don't like to do anything at all. I love sitting around, looking at the motion of my surroundings, observing the very very beautiful things in the world. If I could spend my whole lifetime doing that, I would. Maybe things don't turn out rosy all the time. Maybe I'm too lousy. Or, maybe I should just get over it. Get over my sheer stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because I don't have the time to rebuke all the wrongful accusations you have thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only things were that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't ever let somebody tell you you can't do something. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. You want something, go get it, period."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-4597603477290415942?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4597603477290415942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=4597603477290415942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4597603477290415942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4597603477290415942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/04/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='The Pursuit Of HappYness'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-388791620604627989</id><published>2009-04-08T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:06:42.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulse rate: 132/min</title><content type='html'>Today was lunch cum dinner (or lunner I shall call it) with friends again. Haven't gone out for meals with people like WeiXin, Angsiang, Alex, Marven, Igen and the sec 3s for a long time to come. Anyway, Alex and I got tricked by Weixin and Marven into the exothermic reaction between ketchup and chilli sauce. Goddamn. Not a nice experience! Kinda fun actually. It feels like a century since I have been fooled in such an "interesting" way! HAHAHAHA. To Weixin and Marven, next time, watch out. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-388791620604627989?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/388791620604627989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=388791620604627989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/388791620604627989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/388791620604627989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/04/exothermic-one.html' title='Pulse rate: 132/min'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5914850390472856891</id><published>2009-02-24T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:46:10.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the turn of 16</title><content type='html'>WHAT A DAY. A PATHETIC BIRTHDAY. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2 days to the week and a lot of bad things have been happening to me. To begin with, I'd had to bear with insults from a teacher in front of all the sec 4s. Ok, let's not talk about that no more. And today, my body system simply shut down automatically durning the run. I knew something was very wrong with me midway through the run because it felt like my pacing today was really slow. Slower than I could ever imagine. Missed History test and yea, one can pretty much say CT1 for me's pretty screwed. Didn't turn out the way I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who gave me birthday presents. This year's haul is simply too good to be true. DIY items from friends, ANPANMAN puzzle, handmade pastries and a lot of "Get Well", "Rest More" and "Take Care" messages. And WeiXin, don't worry, your pancake didn't get me ill. I am the one who should be blamed for getting sick. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, maybe What Will Be, Will Be. Sometimes, things are just beyond our control and all I can say is, let's not find a party to blame for our misfortunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5914850390472856891?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5914850390472856891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5914850390472856891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5914850390472856891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5914850390472856891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-turn-of-16.html' title='At the turn of 16'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1725941358880839364</id><published>2009-01-25T21:14:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:53:19.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='execrable CHEAT technique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunar new year'/><title type='text'>新年前夕: 团圆饭, Reunion Dinner</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year to one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a heavy steamboat dinner over at my Aunt's apartment. Ate to my heart's content. Good food don't taste great unless they are accompanied by good company. (: My 14-year-old cousin wolfed down 2 entire plates of abalone by himself since none of us in the house are great fans of the dish. What a glutton. The idiotic part came when he took an extremely big fishball and swallowed it down. You know what happens next when one is a greedy man. Yea, he nearly choked. So I said something like,"I'm glad there's no need for me to put to use my first aid skills." And everyone laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kind of stunned all of us at the table when we saw that my cousin was trying to regurgitate all the contents he had consumed. Up next was CHEAT. A family affair that is played by 5 of us: my Sis, Bro, 2 cousins and needless to say, myself. My brother keeps cheating but his tactics were so awful that I never failed to catch him. Once I even bragged that my playing style is "clean" and I don't resort to cheating. Haha. Then there was this one time when I decided totry my hand at cheating. Everyone nearly believed the cards I dealt were what I told them. But my Bro looked at me in the eyes and knew I cheated. The thing that did me in? I was trying so hard to suppress that smile! It is funny that everytime I try to cheat, I have that tendency to laugh or have a weird facial expression, making it very easy to detect whether I am cheating my way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I saw two guys running at breakneck speed as we headed down to the carpark after the dinner. They seemed to be holding something in their hands and I have never seen anyone run that fast in my life. Never. I thought something was amiss and told my parents to stay put to see if there was anyone who needed assistance or was in some kind of danger. They certainly did not look like they were having a night jog given that attire they were in. It looked more like robbery to me. But still, since my parents needed to finish up on their workload we had to leave after seeing that the place was cleared with no suspicious person around. Hope nothing bad happened, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxu5V4oy8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Tg5TaN1Kgy8/s1600-h/DSCF1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295229193287158722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxu5V4oy8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Tg5TaN1Kgy8/s320/DSCF1733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxuD5_yfsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sSgz98Q8JI4/s1600-h/DSCF1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295228275267894978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxuD5_yfsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sSgz98Q8JI4/s320/DSCF1742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxvbqlbdeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EwydqKLll6E/s1600-h/DSCF1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295229782959289826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxvbqlbdeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EwydqKLll6E/s320/DSCF1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxvbqlbdeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EwydqKLll6E/s1600-h/DSCF1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxvbqlbdeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EwydqKLll6E/s1600-h/DSCF1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1725941358880839364?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1725941358880839364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1725941358880839364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1725941358880839364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1725941358880839364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion-dinner.html' title='新年前夕: 团圆饭, Reunion Dinner'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SXxu5V4oy8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Tg5TaN1Kgy8/s72-c/DSCF1733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7741794784764793224</id><published>2008-12-31T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:09:14.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 2008, バイバイ</title><content type='html'>Since tis' the season to give and share, I shall let you guys take a peek into one of my all-time favourite pictures. It's a structure... and a massive one. Now, take it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SVtQ-UYTVLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mVbNx6wjOjU/s1600-h/29-12-08+x"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285907619202159794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SVtQ-UYTVLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mVbNx6wjOjU/s320/29-12-08+x%27mas+tree+vivo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sis, me and cousin went to catch the show Bedtime Stories at Vivo City on Monday. Interesting film. It is highly recommended for kids between the ages of 0 and 1000. Next we had dinner at Marché, the faux Spanish restaurant The tab's on Sis so we chalked up a bomb for the bill and got Sis fuming at us. Today, my family will be celerating the incoming of Year 2009 coupled with my Dearest Bro's 20th birthday celebration. His birthday falls on 2nd January so our family has this habit of celebrating in advance for him. I think this is good because it is best that we carry on the festive momentum from Christmas, New Year and Bro's birthday all together and make it triple happiness instead of relishing in merry-making a few days later. Makes the happy mood go away and come back. So... intermittent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you 2008! But now's the time to welcome 2009 up the stage. Anyway, I went to the library to get the book How Starbucks Saved My Life(eh, no, I don't like starbucks beverages that much. Don't get me wrong!) by Michael G Gates. Been eyeing this book for quite a long time. Searched high and low, but to no avail despite doing thorough research. Another piece of good news. My C.Shinchan calendar has just been imported from Japan. So a few more hours to go before the Anpanman calendar goes off. In comes Crayon Shinchan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the entry of 2009, family, friends, loved ones, strangers and everyone the world over. 2008 has been a great year, thanks to those whom I hold dear and near. I have nothing but thanks for each of every one of y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes. Bye 2008, hello 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7741794784764793224?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7741794784764793224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7741794784764793224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7741794784764793224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7741794784764793224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-2008.html' title='Last Day of 2008, バイバイ'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SVtQ-UYTVLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mVbNx6wjOjU/s72-c/29-12-08+x%27mas+tree+vivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7065312639128641262</id><published>2008-12-24T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:15:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soya Bean Tale &amp; X'mas Eve</title><content type='html'>Quirky things have been happening to me of late. Am I the only one feeling this or are the people around me being funny? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I went to AJC for elementz today with Kelly and Athirah before going to AMK Hub for lunch. After a hearty meal I decided to get a drink. Inital plan was to go search for a bubble tea stall but there wasn't one around and since I really need something to quench my thirst I decided to settle for some other beverage. Found a Jollibean booth nearby and I thought that if I can't find any bubble tea stall around, I will just go for that. Of course, I was down on my luck in the search. Then I made a turn to head for the Soyabean stall when I actually entered the wrong shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, Miss, can I have a cup of cold Soya Bean drink please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, come again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soya bean drink," I repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't sell soya bean. We sell fruit juices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's... cool. Happy Christmas!" (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retreated and scanned my surroundings, realising that the JolliBean store was right beside the shop I was in. Anyway, I stepped into a fruit juice shop. Ok, so I did make a mistake and land myself in such an awkward situation. Soya Bean, you are my foe for doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, a lady on the bus seated right next to me shoved a pamphlet into my hand just one stop away from my landing destination. She smiled. We spoke for a little while before I alighted. Just to inform you guys, I have been having encounters with numerous strangers these days. Queer. And going back to the pamphlet, if you read the details inside, you'd understand it's about the origin of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails, CHEAT, Chocolates, Cheers, Cookies, Cake, Carol, Sparklers, all packed into one night today. With all these terrific things occuring all at once, it sure is a Christmas To Remember. Shoutout to all: A Merry, Jolly and Happy X'Mas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7065312639128641262?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7065312639128641262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7065312639128641262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7065312639128641262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7065312639128641262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/12/soya-bean-tale-christmas-eve.html' title='The Soya Bean Tale &amp; X&apos;mas Eve'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2596275789629756460</id><published>2008-12-21T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:27:41.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Story Of Mine</title><content type='html'>Hello, yeah, it's been a while. Not much, how 'bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some lines from one of my favourite classic songs. (: Anyway I was having dinner with Aunt today and listening to some songs when something struck me. A really meaningful tale. If you are wondering why in the world am I tuning in to music at the dining table, there's a reason. The food tastes nicer when you plug in to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I felt quite jaded with choosing the library of songs in my MP3. So I thought,"Why not switch it to shuffle mode and let the player decide for me the song?" The first few selections were pleasant to the ears since I really like those but soon after, the songs which I do not quite like started playing. My mood for food went down plunging. That was then I realised, no, I shouldn't allow to player to decide the music on my accord. Instead I should take charge of the whole thing since running on shuffle mode would not necessary play out the songs I crave for. It's no different from leaving things in life, and resigning to fate. So, you must assume the role of Boss over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Don't let your life run on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes. (I know this is lame)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2596275789629756460?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2596275789629756460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2596275789629756460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2596275789629756460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2596275789629756460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-story-of-mine.html' title='A Little Story Of Mine'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8555042843536695296</id><published>2008-12-06T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:41:36.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Fashionistas' World!</title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked out Sis's workplace yesterday and had lunch with some of her colleagues. The one comment I have reserved for them is that they lead extremely extravagant lives. They splurged up to a few hundreds dollars on cosmetics and skincare products a month. And of course, Sis is one of those who perpetrates in the indulgence of such stuff. Anyway her colleagues and supervisors were entertaining and we bantered for some time before lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If some of you here believe that with money comes great food, I'd say abandon that misconception of yours. We tried out some traditional Japanese gourmet foods. They were not to my tastebuds and the wasabi there is especially worlds apart from the normal wasabi you often encounter. The wasabi sensation lingers in your tongue even after 10 minutes! I swallowed down my meal, for the sake of being polite and also the need to accommodate the rest. There were nothing like sushis and all. I also learnt of many things from them. Here are some of the most important rules fashion consultants must abide by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #1 : Carry either a designer or branded bag. Sis says it ensures you hold your style out well. Most of them in this line gun for Louis Vuitton's carrier bags. I even saw one of Sis's colleagues carrying a large LV bag. Authentic, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #2: Be true to yourself. You must adopt styles of your own. Never develop a dressing style inspired by a friend or vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #3: Look brilliant everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I don't kind of understand why Sis go to the extra mile of spending lots of money to look fabulous in her line of work. I mean, yes, one must look great almost all the time but I'd consider it an addiction to invest most of your money into it. But I think she lives by the motto: Look good while you can and while you are young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis and I then went to catch the show Bolt. Great but incredibly meaningless at the same time. It is one of those shows which you enter, laugh,watch and exit. Enough of all this, lets talk about my trip to Hong Kong. Although I have been there umpteen times, this time around, I did meaningful activities there. How about some voluntary work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do this in a nutshell since I don't enjoy typing lengthy entries. I met numerous nice and friendly people there who gave me real good insights into life and the city of HK. Special thanks to the staff at DHC near Mongkok who is ever so pleasant to me, the HK TV crew who showed me the seriousness of their working attitudes(it's no wonder HK is renowned for their programmes!), a lady on the street who recommended mum to a herbal tea shop when she realised mum's having a bad cough, HK Disneyland, a kind lady who gave me an extra something on seeing I was a teenager(thanks!), and those who helped out "behind the scene".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting the airlines crew. There's this Hippopotamus air steward, the bewitching cabin attendant whom I thought resembled the witch from 101 Dalmatians(don't worry, you are nice after all!) and the Japanese passenger beside me for his courtesy and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SToCFuQ72qI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ny9F2Svbb_c/s1600-h/Maychin!+(changi+airport+T3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276532210759621282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SToCFuQ72qI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ny9F2Svbb_c/s320/Maychin!+(changi+airport+T3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SToA8qXmgTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EtB0LuKXCfY/s1600-h/me+and+toystory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276530955583390002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SToA8qXmgTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EtB0LuKXCfY/s320/me+and+toystory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8555042843536695296?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8555042843536695296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8555042843536695296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8555042843536695296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8555042843536695296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/12/enter-fashionistas-world.html' title='Enter the Fashionistas&apos; World!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SToCFuQ72qI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ny9F2Svbb_c/s72-c/Maychin!+(changi+airport+T3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3664779792741909394</id><published>2008-11-25T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:39:27.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Plane Away</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,I will be departing soon. Anyway, Dad forgot to book the plane seats using the online services so our seat allocations went haywired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane's leaving in an hour or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3664779792741909394?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3664779792741909394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3664779792741909394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3664779792741909394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3664779792741909394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/11/next-plane-away.html' title='Next Plane Away'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1822638872142758040</id><published>2008-11-13T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:39:17.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overworked</title><content type='html'>God damn. I feel most useless when I am tired. Tomorrow's the last working day of the week, and I can't wait to cap off it! After all, the past 4 days got me off the hook. God, why does it feel like a hangover? Busy is good, but busy with your head cranky is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1822638872142758040?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1822638872142758040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1822638872142758040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1822638872142758040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1822638872142758040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/11/overworked.html' title='Overworked'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5333969650555773000</id><published>2008-11-09T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:50:51.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy men &amp; women wear Tag Heuer</title><content type='html'>16 more days to go before I officially go on vacation! I am all set to go. The next two weeks would be quite hectic since I am fully booked for activities all day long. I just can't wait to yank myself free of everything. After which, I shall escape from the hustle and bustle of life and come back more than ready to tackle the tsunamis of tsunamis! Christmas's coming, which means christmas embellisments are going up in the house. I have set my sights on a brass christmas tree this year. It would be a change to have an artificial tree in the house I guess. Who doesn't get tired of seeing the same old traditional tree yearly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such great treats awaiting me, I just have to put in tremendous efforts in the next few weeks before savouring the scrumptious deals later on. Anyway, I am really productive during festive periods. So, if I pull off a nice show, don't thank me, thank that it is the November-December period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5333969650555773000?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5333969650555773000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5333969650555773000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5333969650555773000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5333969650555773000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/11/sexy-men-wear-tag-heuer.html' title='Sexy men &amp; women wear Tag Heuer'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2997296711939689484</id><published>2008-10-31T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:54:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine like Wine and Sweeter than Sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I’ve ordered some rain for tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky will be sunny but wet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing a sad refrain&lt;br /&gt;Of broken hearts who love in vain&lt;br /&gt;And if my song can start you crying&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me croon a lowdown blues&lt;br /&gt;That lifts you out of your seat&lt;br /&gt;If my blues can reach your shoes&lt;br /&gt;And start you tapping your feet&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing of Dixie’s charms&lt;br /&gt;Of cotton fields and mammy’s arms&lt;br /&gt;And if my song can make can make you homesick&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2997296711939689484?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2997296711939689484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2997296711939689484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2997296711939689484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2997296711939689484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/10/fine-like-wine-and-sweeter-than-sweets.html' title='Fine like Wine and Sweeter than Sweets'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5676507004723259673</id><published>2008-10-27T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:50:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warheads Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Masticated on Warheads today. Superb. It was once Sis's formula for staying awake during drainy lectures. I placed an order for a brand new pair of eyewear yesterday. On a whim, I decided to settle for a full-frame design. I used to think never will I go for such designs since they make you look like a... nincompoop. This is a nice word I learnt recently. If you want to know what it means literally, it is silly. The colour scheme's slightly towards orange colour. I thought I was going to settle for maroon colour just like the previous two times I went to the optician! But still, it bears tiny resemblance, colour-wise, to my former spectacles. Somehow, it just gives me a refreshing feel, though it isn't much of a candy to the eye when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning Chinese has never been real fun till recently. I'm starting to more exposure into such useful materials which hopefully will aid in helping me get a desirable grade next week. Though I must admit, I can't master that wide pool of interesting Chinese vocabularies out there, I can assure you, when you do something put real commitment, real hard work, real effort... and you will start to see things in a whole new, different light. Because one must bear in mind, when life throws lehmans, make lemonade. Alternatively, you can choose Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. Here are some pictures. Don't really love to post them because it is troublesome. But once in a blue moon, I will be happy to oblige. Ok, first up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSs5oy1LTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MUwJ-ROnXFU/s1600-h/me+and+melissa+-+muscular+body.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261520370878721330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSs5oy1LTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MUwJ-ROnXFU/s320/me+and+melissa+-+muscular+body.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brawny takes on a new form! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSl11dvNzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EhjYgqq-Qd4/s1600-h/Me+and+Amelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261512608979040050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSl11dvNzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EhjYgqq-Qd4/s320/Me+and+Amelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 years of friendship. And counting. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSmOQpsh5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/rx3CI5VgYDU/s1600-h/Me+and+kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513028593813394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSmOQpsh5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/rx3CI5VgYDU/s320/Me+and+kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, yes, hard time taking a picture with kelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSnC1BwI9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/s-LoUvHfBG8/s1600-h/Me+and+mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513931711587282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSnC1BwI9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/s-LoUvHfBG8/s320/Me+and+mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever see me wearing spectacles, it only means one thing: get serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSoJqB5LwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y-jHhD6WmiY/s1600-h/Me+and+Cheryl+-+F1+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261515148530102018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSoJqB5LwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y-jHhD6WmiY/s320/Me+and+Cheryl+-+F1+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We look like we just struck a car lottery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5676507004723259673?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5676507004723259673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5676507004723259673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5676507004723259673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5676507004723259673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/10/warheads-anyone.html' title='Warheads Anyone?'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SQSs5oy1LTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MUwJ-ROnXFU/s72-c/me+and+melissa+-+muscular+body.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6065585112753660227</id><published>2008-10-15T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:07:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax, Recharge, Rewind</title><content type='html'>Finished one set of Chinese trial paper just a while back. Hmm, for no reason, I feel like sharing my favourite song with you all. I first heard this 2 years back and it is always at the top of my chartlist. It is a ballad. One of my favourite genre besides Jazz. So, enjoy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHs3fEnhLdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHs3fEnhLdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who do bother to read the lyrics. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she lays sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I stay out late at night and play my songs&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes all the nights can be so long&lt;br /&gt;And it’s good when I finally make it home&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;While she lays dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I touch her face across the silver light&lt;br /&gt;I see her dreams that drift up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And she wakes up to my kiss&lt;br /&gt;And I say it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;And I hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;And she believes in me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never know just what she sees in me&lt;br /&gt;I told her someday&lt;br /&gt;If she was my girl, I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;With my songs,&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;But she has faith in me&lt;br /&gt;And so I go on trying faithfully&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my heart she will remain&lt;br /&gt;And I hope and pray, I will&lt;br /&gt;find away, find away&lt;br /&gt;While she lays waiting&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself why do I hurt her so&lt;br /&gt;What calls me on along this lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t I turn around and head back home&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;While she lays crying&lt;br /&gt;For she knows how my heart is ripped in two&lt;br /&gt;I’m tom between the things that I should do&lt;br /&gt;She deserves it all and I’d&lt;br /&gt;give it if I could&lt;br /&gt;God, her love is true&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus ] &lt;br /&gt;While she lays sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While she lays sleeping for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spice up things a little... I'm sure most of you would be familiar with the next video, if you have been watching Crayon Shinchan since childhood. He is so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYAllaSPZDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYAllaSPZDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6065585112753660227?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6065585112753660227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6065585112753660227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6065585112753660227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6065585112753660227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/10/finished-one-set-of-chinese-trial-paper.html' title='Relax, Recharge, Rewind'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1867630726751813843</id><published>2008-10-08T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:05:00.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>I came home a happier person because today is the last of the the exams! E maths paper was alright except for a few questions which, even after cranking my brains, I can't solve. Anyway, I felt a little light-headed halfway through the maths paper. I thought I would plonk my head down onto the table and doze off anytime. Right then, I felt as though I was some kind of wave and everything I saw was spinning. Thank god I didn't faint. HMT paper was fairly well done too. Much better than normal Chinese, of which I didn't complete most of the questions. At least, I kept to the time limit for HMT paper. O levels Chinese is round the corner, in less than 4 weeks' time. Which means much of my energy will be diverted to buffing up on Chinese and having a good grasp of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I will make do with watching Housebunny with Amelia, Cheryl, Kelly and Melissa later. O yea, and a few updates I think I should tell you guys about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mum bought me a McLauren car kit that was driven by Kimi Raikkonen in 2006. He has since switched to a Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Anpanman collection has been widened with Sis's much appreciated gift of the shower foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DHL balloon has since flown to France. Looks like I will have to migrate there in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1867630726751813843?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1867630726751813843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1867630726751813843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1867630726751813843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1867630726751813843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-38100406095577490</id><published>2008-10-02T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:08:13.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of My Tethers</title><content type='html'>they say if there's a will, there is a way. But sometimes Will doesn't bring you very far. No it ain't of no help at all. what else do I do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, the next time you come to the end of the rope, tie a knot... and hang on. But the matter is, I don't know how to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-38100406095577490?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/38100406095577490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=38100406095577490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/38100406095577490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/38100406095577490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-if-theres-will-there-is-way.html' title='End of My Tethers'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5943560943251819796</id><published>2008-09-16T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:08:39.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>Feeling a little light-headed. Eyelids a little heavy too. Maybe it's a case of sleep-deprived. Talked to Melissa for a while over the phone just now and realised we both have been relying on Panadol for survival recently. My other companion is caffeine products. Hope I won't meet with drug overdose. Haha. My parents told me to take Chicken Essence. No thanks, Chicken Essence will never be my best friend during exam periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5943560943251819796?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5943560943251819796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5943560943251819796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5943560943251819796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5943560943251819796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-little-light-headed.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7575827431181379645</id><published>2008-09-01T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:53:03.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of holiday</title><content type='html'>OUCH. My knee cap hurts to the core right now. I don't know what is wrong with it but a slight twitch sends electronic shocks up my whole body. Ok, maybe I exaggerated a bit. But I can't walk properly! Anyway, I went for Scrabble this morning and the pain pierced right through my joint while I was walking home with some friends. So I ended up hobbling home. Dead cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I happened to pass by a park near my house, I saw this mum bringing this kid to the grass patch to answer nature's call. What a revolting sight. The pain on my knee cap hit the extreme I guess. I was already struggling to walk and to witness such ungainly scene makes you feel awkward. I understand that you can't stem your urine(I don't like this word, not at all), but the least one could do was to relieve oneself out of the public's eye. Go to the secluded corner, perhaps near a drain would be best. But no, please not do it when the bus stop is just within 5 metres away where everyone would have a good glimpse of everything.  So to would-be parents, please remember to keep the environment clean for living and not help fertilise the park's soil with your/your child's urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7575827431181379645?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7575827431181379645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7575827431181379645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7575827431181379645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7575827431181379645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-of-holiday.html' title='1st day of holiday'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3296965736912945820</id><published>2008-08-20T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:10:33.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralysed By Nerves!</title><content type='html'>O levels Chinese is round the corner and I am getting all tensed about it. Damn. B4 for the common test paper is a real hit to the morale. Especially when O's chinese is just two and a half months down the road. I come home everyday feeling very weighed down because of this struggle with Chinese. I know my HMT teacher is worried about my progress so she initiated for extra lessons just to polish my Chinese. Thanks for being concerned! Talked to my teacher yesterday about the paper. She told me to do more mock papers right now. So I asked,"What if during the O levels, I won't be able to produce good results?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least you'd tried. There's always this tiny thread of hope you can hang on to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the consolation and encouragement. I would try, so long as there is a chance, and as long as the results have not yet been released, to snag an A. Maybe this is my only way of repaying the teacher's dedication. But I don't know, every time I do Chinese papers, my scores are always fluctuating. Then in comes the uncertainty about my grasp of the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just came back from Physics session with Mr Lee. Starting on sec 4's topics right now to gear ourselves up for the O levels next year and the olympiad. Lots of school events on the list and I feel like relieving myself of all the activities and just concentrate on bagging that A in the O level this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Mummy says,"See, even your teacher is worried about your Chinese grades. You should be thankful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz at the end of the day, I don't wanna feel defeated and make myself look like the biggest moron, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3296965736912945820?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3296965736912945820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3296965736912945820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3296965736912945820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3296965736912945820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-levels-chinese-is-round-corner-and-i.html' title='Paralysed By Nerves!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-264756895001697732</id><published>2008-08-17T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:08:03.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tick back to old times</title><content type='html'>Decided to revert back to my former skin. I found it under my documents and I have got to be over the moon to know that I actually saved the codes in the past. I think it now exudes a wholesome and cooler image. HAHA! This skin beholds beautiful memories. Especially with Anpanman, one of my favourite anime characters besides Prince of Tennis and Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SKf3vxdJd-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QGFx21TmypI/s1600-h/prince+of+tennis+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235425491942995938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SKf3vxdJd-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QGFx21TmypI/s320/prince+of+tennis+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mada Mada Dane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SKf3vxdJd-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QGFx21TmypI/s1600-h/prince+of+tennis+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SKf3vxdJd-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QGFx21TmypI/s1600-h/prince+of+tennis+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-264756895001697732?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/264756895001697732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=264756895001697732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/264756895001697732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/264756895001697732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/08/tick-back-to-old-times.html' title='A tick back to old times'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SKf3vxdJd-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QGFx21TmypI/s72-c/prince+of+tennis+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-964184357926611916</id><published>2008-08-08T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:22:40.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temptation is Man&apos;s worst enemy'/><title type='text'>Moments of Glory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;8 August 2008! The school fest was a blast. Not including having to man the stalls and preparing the stuff of course. I had to recruit the help of TWO CCAs! Firstly, I need water to dilute the glass jelly. It was a chore to fill up the big pail of water directly from the water cooler. Nor would it be a good idea to divert water supply from tap using a hose because I fear I would hear outbreaks of stomach upset. So I went to get the key for RedCross room simply to grab as many 1.5 litres bottles as possible for refilling. Next, I didn't carry a knife for cutting the grass jelly and only had the ladle with me, so netball people came to my aid. THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO ASSISTED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to ask around and see who wanted to go group studying today, after I reached home. But then again, I was feeling too haggard to want to leave my house. Alex and Angsiang messaged to ask if I was interested to have a studying session today. But unfortunately, I was always sleeping soundly in my bed when the messages came. Next I wouldn't want to go because I am just too enervated for anything. See, my energy level has dipped to rock bottom and going out would only make me feel like a zombie walking on the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second piece of good news (which gives you more reasons to revel in the festivities today) is that today is the Opening Ceremony of the Beijing Olympics 2008! Ok, I know that isn't really any fantastic news because it doesn't really involve us but, it's still a great news and the ceremony's taking place at 8.08pm tonight! As far as I know, our timezone is the same as in Beijing. I think so, you can check it out if you want. So you can tune in to the TV for the telecast of the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SJwsL5_3RZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E53Mg-wZ-dk/s1600-h/beijing+olympics.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232105450156541330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SJwsL5_3RZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E53Mg-wZ-dk/s320/beijing+olympics.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-964184357926611916?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/964184357926611916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=964184357926611916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/964184357926611916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/964184357926611916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/08/moments-of-glory.html' title='Moments of Glory!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SJwsL5_3RZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E53Mg-wZ-dk/s72-c/beijing+olympics.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8647884917415352702</id><published>2008-07-29T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:42:33.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired of the silly game</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wake up feeling as though half of me is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8647884917415352702?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8647884917415352702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8647884917415352702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8647884917415352702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8647884917415352702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-and-tired-of-silly-game.html' title='Sick and tired of the silly game'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8476051117497592959</id><published>2008-07-19T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:16:06.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stony</title><content type='html'>My sleeping hours have been restricted to between 3 and 5 hours for the whole of this week! Surprise. I used to turn in to bed when the clock strikes 11pm or 12am, but because of certain commitments I just have to make do with the adjustments. The previous night was worse, bedroom time was confined to just 3 hours and in a jiffy, at 6 in the morning, I had to rush to Ang Mo Kio Secondary. Yea, for the RCY Current Affairs competition. Made some alterations to the powerpoint slides till 3am or was it 4am? Anyway we lost. I was gunning for at least a consolation prize you see. So, naturally, I am disappointed with the performance. But I guess when it comes to competitions, prominent schools are still the reign. Not implying that neighbourhood schools do not stand a chance to be the kings and queens, but just that elite schools have a far better crop of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was worth the experience was that I got to know of the Hougang Secondary School Youth Officer. The one and only neighbourhood school to make the cut for the finals. I didn't manage to get hold of her name but Stephen said that it was because of the measures she put in place for the school's unit that they rose to among the best units in the districts, or I should say, Singapore. She was easy to talk to and even made a few jokes with us. And one piece of news. She told me personally that she will be joining Serangoon Secondary's pool of teaching staff next year. Teaching Geograhy I think. She's rather eager to find out more about us, as in the school's unit and our school environment. From what I can predict, she should be a rather interesting teacher. So Geography students, do keep an eye out for her because she might be the next big thing in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very taxing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8476051117497592959?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8476051117497592959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8476051117497592959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8476051117497592959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8476051117497592959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/07/stony.html' title='Stony'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6415960808938246243</id><published>2008-07-13T01:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:56:16.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe to getting smart! - Nutty as fruitcakes</title><content type='html'>Had a nice little talk to my brother earlier. Some light bantering here and there, and there you go, you've just invented the recipe to having the perfect Saturday. Or should I say Sunday? Yes, I think chats are the ideal mate for passing time weekends. So as usual we talked about some topics... things that are silly enough to provoke in-depth thinking. I mean, really motivate me to do some soul-searching. And of course some funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me not being able to solve a Maths question. I wanted to ask for his guidance when he began his professor-like preaching. So he said,"You should do it yourself. You forget concepts easily when you ask others for help too often."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I knew, that's what he's gonna say. It's his TRADEMARK line anyway. Then to make him more willing to help me solve my problem, I told him,"But I've been looking at this question for an hour and I still have no clue how to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much badgering, he still didn't give in to my request. And it's from here that the real show kicks off. He goes on and talked about how he would sleep when he couldn't find the solution to questions he doesn't understand. Then I realised the similarity between us. I sleep when I'm feeling downcast and frustrated and that's almost the same as the reason to why he tucks in to bed, besides feeling tired, of course. He gave me the assurance that if I don't bother myself too much with a question or simply cosy myself up in bed, the answers will automatically come churning out later. Wow, is this what people called 恍然大悟? (suddenly enlightened) One last amusing part. He says,"Ordinary people need to take many years to succeed. But if you are the exception, then I guess you don't even have to study at all. Just like gifted kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said,"IN THAT CASE, I WANNA BE EXTRAORDINARY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad. 世界肯本没有空间来容纳那麽多天才." - A pity that the world does not have enough place to accomodate too many geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might find it peculiar why some texts are in Chinese. This is because they are the precise words used. I quoted them because I guess the conversation sounds more interesting in their roots form. Also, you wouldn't lose the main "catch" of the whole conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my stomach feels queasy after eating the cookie my brother offered me. So much for saying I would be able to solve the question after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SHjv33vkjGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y67a6LVLDT8/s1600-h/Grp+pic+-+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222187511071411298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SHjv33vkjGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y67a6LVLDT8/s320/Grp+pic+-+bags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young at hearts, actually. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6415960808938246243?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6415960808938246243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6415960808938246243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6415960808938246243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6415960808938246243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/07/recipe-to-getting-smart-nutty-as.html' title='Recipe to getting smart! - Nutty as fruitcakes'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SHjv33vkjGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y67a6LVLDT8/s72-c/Grp+pic+-+bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5395453662250040044</id><published>2008-06-30T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:07:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day, go away</title><content type='html'>It's been long since I've felt this moody. Hate days when I'm like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it! ARGH...................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5395453662250040044?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5395453662250040044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5395453662250040044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5395453662250040044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5395453662250040044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-day-go-away.html' title='Bad Day, go away'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5229184420734132353</id><published>2008-06-16T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:04:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flighty</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8 today because I thought there is Chemistry lesson in school. Went through the messages in my phone and saw Cheryl's message telling me to go swimming. I found something amiss right then. So I rang up Melissa and realised that lesson is TOMORROW and not today. Hang on right there, this is just the first brush, well you can say second actually, after you keep reading on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 9 June, there was supposed to be an SS lesson. Again, there was a misinterpretion in understanding the information. Lessons were to start at 9am. I didn't read the letter given and had the false impression all along that it was to begin at 8am. That very day, I was up and hopping at 7 am. But I considered myself lucky given that I only reached school an hour early. No harm done, is there? Read a few chapters of Harry Potter to beguile the hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess what happened today was somewhat too irking for me to want to blog it down. One day early before lessons were to actually start. How scatterbrained can I be? If I had actually made my way to school before reading Cheryl's message, I'm so gonna roll myself up into a big ball and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I do live in a faster timezone than you guys. Sighs. I hope, sincerely hope, today would be the last last straw. I'm afraid next time I'd come to school a week early, a month early or who knows a year early? After all, I did check the time for the Chemistry lesson today. I double-checked that it was from 10 to 11.30am. But I left out one thing. The date. I thought today was the 17th when it is actually the 16th. Look, I'm so damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing which I did not bother to do this holiday. That is, to log down the dates when I have activities on into my phone calendar. I always do that. And after today, I did just that, IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5229184420734132353?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5229184420734132353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5229184420734132353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5229184420734132353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5229184420734132353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/06/flighty.html' title='Flighty'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8385184901300353471</id><published>2008-06-11T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:41:40.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little laugh</title><content type='html'>I found this southpark video rendition of Mom's a bitch. I'd rate it NC16 if I were on the board of film censors. Southpark's video's always associated with coarse stuffs and vulgar politics. But still, an entertaining clip worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wYGapse2tQ&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wYGapse2tQ&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it music to the ears? The rhythm's nice. Oh man, Cartman will have a hard time with his Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the second video. Damn, kids shouldn't watch this. It warps the mind, no joke. The title's Uncle Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfilR67QAIE&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfilR67QAIE&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8385184901300353471?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8385184901300353471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8385184901300353471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8385184901300353471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8385184901300353471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-laugh.html' title='A little laugh'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-9113129443408326022</id><published>2008-06-01T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:13:47.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp and nEbO day!</title><content type='html'>We had red cross camp this week and it was pulled off wonderfully. Here's a quick farewell to all the seniors. After camp broke, Mum and I headed to Nee Soon camp to meet up with bro. Chatted a bit and caught up with some of his friends. Then yesterday was nEbO day. Had a whale of a time with fellow friends. My most most earnest thank you to each and everyone of you. Alright, this is just a brief update. Photos for nEbO the quest are uploaded onto my photobucket account. Do frequent the website when you guys have time to spare to save it. Also, remember to forward the photos to those who want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SEKflGSPq-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pR29_m5HNpQ/s1600-h/nEbO+day+-+Grp+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206899578884828130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SEKflGSPq-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pR29_m5HNpQ/s320/nEbO+day+-+Grp+pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos, visit my photobucket URL &lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk248/maymaytan/"&gt;http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk248/maymaytan/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-9113129443408326022?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9113129443408326022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=9113129443408326022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/9113129443408326022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/9113129443408326022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp-and-nebo-day.html' title='Camp and nEbO day!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SEKflGSPq-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pR29_m5HNpQ/s72-c/nEbO+day+-+Grp+pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6700894636547720032</id><published>2008-05-17T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:40:27.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm about three sheets to the wind!</title><content type='html'>I capped off my week with a nice little training back in school. Attendance wasn't good yesterday so there wasn't much for us to do. It was simply pure chit-chatting session I'd say considering I only gave my 60% best. Results are all back and I'm feeling kind of discontented with some. My combined humanities fetched a B3 and A maths, although it's an A1, I thought there is a lot a room for improvement. The thing with C.H is that I'm always scoring a B. I only got 16/25 for SBQ and I was rattling non-stop to Amelia about how I do not want to get a 10++ for SBQ. I told her I want to clinch at least a 20++. Haha. And then there's English. A subject that is set to heighten my disappointment. What astonished me most was almost all my friends seem to know my results my English despite the fact that I hardly bring results into conversations most of the times, except occasionally. The stunner was Physics. I left a whole page blank and managed to yield an 81%. I thought I was near to flunking the paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So incredible the way things work themselves out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eyeing a Palm or Blackberry for some time. Maybe it's time my parents accede to my request for one. Presenting... the Palm CENTRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SC3GnUnCR5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/TQASi1JDk80/s1600-h/palm-centro-1-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SC3GnUnCR5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/TQASi1JDk80/s320/palm-centro-1-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201031523532425106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour scheme for this picture isn't really catching. I'd do better with the white and green version. (= Do keep an eye out when you pass by mobile stores because it's the rage in town right now. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6700894636547720032?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6700894636547720032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6700894636547720032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6700894636547720032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6700894636547720032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-about-three-sheets-to-wind.html' title='I&apos;m about three sheets to the wind!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/SC3GnUnCR5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/TQASi1JDk80/s72-c/palm-centro-1-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2072203249703387022</id><published>2008-05-11T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:19:58.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy, it's YOUR day!</title><content type='html'>11 May. It has got to be Mum's favourite day in the calendar. Before I start, here's my greetings to all Mummies on earth - HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must have nettled mum a lot this week cuz I've been blabbering the Happy Mother's Day phrase from my mouth since the beginning of the week. Remembered a conversation I had with Mum on the way to the car park just a few days back. My first words were of course the ones I've been repeating on the above few sentences. Mum retorted and said,"Stop wishing me Happy Mothers' Day endlessly. You need me to celebrate a Brother's Day or Sister's Day for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be immeasurably cool. I would definitely come up with such a day if I were to write the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started yesterday's and today's morning with some light reading. Nothing much, was some medical journals blah. It doesn't stir much interest in me but these books are very informative. Who knows you would be diagnosed with Cancer or tubercuolosis (touchwood, touchmetal, touchplastic) the next minute but you're not sure there is actually treatment that can remedy your ailment? Ditched my medical journals after an hour or so and indulged in 2 anime episodes before leaving the house with my sis to go comb the malls for mother's day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned earlier, I had an appointment with my hairdresser in the noon but I was told she was on sick leave. And yes, the arrangement was deferred to some time this week? Of all times, she applied for leave yesterday. Just my luck. Decided to stop at Gelare for desert with sis and cousin before going to scour other malls in the evening yesterday. And guess what, I saw Mr Tan over there at Gelare. What a big world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like doing a bit of reading now. So, I should stop here. The mother's day gift shall remain a secret. I would not spoil the surprise when she hasn't even seen the present herself. Hah, who in the planet knows she might be shrewd enough to check on my blog address to see if there is any clue to what she's gonna receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes. And yes, I got Harry Potter &amp; the Deathly Hallows. He looks so unkempt and his face so mature in the pictorial drawing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2072203249703387022?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2072203249703387022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2072203249703387022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2072203249703387022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2072203249703387022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/05/mummy-its-your-day.html' title='Mummy, it&apos;s YOUR day!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3877111656113895492</id><published>2008-05-09T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:01:46.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure of MYE and Movie</title><content type='html'>Shall formally welcome the end of the MYE with open arms. Days of intense studying, going through the same routine everyday thoroughly strains one. Very haggard. Anyway, there was E maths paper 2 and HCL today. The exams were rather fine except that Maths was pretty tricky. Not difficult, just that the questions require you to crack your brain a little. So now, as the MYE heads for the exit, I should bid it farewell in a nice nice way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some camp planning after the HCL paper before making my way home and changing out of school uniform to meet Amelia, Cheryl and Melissa at Marina Square. Ealier plans to go on the Singapore Flyer were scrapped due to some reasons or other. Damn, I wanted so much to board the world's highest-scaling ferris wheel currently! But never mind since we caught the movie What Happens In Vegas. A typical romance story. Pallid and can be quite uninteresting at times, well, except for a few comical scenes that can tickle your ribs a little. Amelia shed a few tears. We found it rather surprising since the show wasn't that emotional or one that will tug at your heartstrings. Overall I found it quite touching but bored the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie was some shopping and dinner at Cavana Chicken. Lastly, before I forget, I finally am the proud owner of the Anpanman keychain! Haha! Been eyeing that for quite some time. My Anpanman collection has widened over time and Sis even asked me whether I want a lunchbox with the Anpanman pictures on it. I'll snap some photo to let you guys take a look at my collection when I feel like it. Will be going for a haircut with my Sis tomorow and perhaps going out to scout for some Mother's Day gift with my bro and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3877111656113895492?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3877111656113895492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3877111656113895492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3877111656113895492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3877111656113895492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/05/departure-of-mye-and-movie.html' title='Departure of MYE and Movie'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5740004651815423153</id><published>2008-05-03T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:00:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturnal studying</title><content type='html'>Finally, a Saturday! But hell, there's still lots of study to be done and Mummy wants me to stay up late into the night to finish up my studies so that I wouldn't have to cram till the wee hours tomorrow night. Pretty okay for me cuz I'll be doing so even without her reminders. My eyelids are on the verge of shutting but never mind, there'll be brewing hot tea for me so as to jolt me to alertness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my cousins and aunt today and while walking home, we passed by this playground. There were only 3 of us. Me and my 2 cousins and yes, for that very few, short, but fun-filled minutes, we relived our childhood times. Going on the slides, free-hand, chasing one another in circles and sweats trickling down. The sensation was really reminiscent of those sweet and innocent days. The only thing missing was the swings, see-saw and what's that you call, the merry-go-round where you stand on a big circle plate and you just need to give the plate a little jerk and it sends you spinning. It's been like centuries since I've gone to a playground and really indulge myself with the playing there. So maybe it was on a whim that i suggested going on the slides and all to my cousins. Very nice to let loose and rewind in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shall stop here then. Happy Saturday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5740004651815423153?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5740004651815423153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5740004651815423153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5740004651815423153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5740004651815423153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/05/nocturnal-studying.html' title='Nocturnal studying'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8381708584116873737</id><published>2008-04-18T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:02:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Uneventful- Sports Day</title><content type='html'>There weren't any casualties today. Everything was staged smoothly. But, damn, the cold water was splashed during the CCA relay race. Before the start of the race, I ran over the entire stadium badgering people to join. I made 2-3 rounds before anyone agreed and we found enough runners. Worse thing was, I was the first runner. Slow coach. First thing to grumble about is my reaction time. I must admit, pressure on first runner is trememdously high because I'm not used to squatting down in that starting position. I don't have that tendency to lift myself up naturally after having been on such a position. Ah, whatever it is, it's only a silly excuse lar. Coudl have done soooo much better. Reaction time and all are just excuses. Feels so disgraceful. Never mind since it's all over. Thanks for one comforting thing Cheryl said,"you're more of a long-distance runner." and Amelia's "People won't remember you. I didn't even notice you run." HAHAHAH. Thank god the team of combined contemporary dance members and NCC guys group was behind us. Of which Cheryl's also running - the third runner. Should have heeded Cheryl's advice to insist on being the 3rd runnner. Cuz 3rd runners mostly consists of my friends. Shit. But my friend doesn't wanna switch so I got to take on the title of 1st runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with Mr Teo regarding some NDP stuffs earlier. He says that there's always some stepback that hinders me from getting what I want, or want to achieve. One thing is that each time I successfully climb up a step, I would hesitate about moving on, thinking that it's impossible for me to do it. But I thought it's all simply... I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confident, but not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; confident. Why do I feel like I'm such a let-down? Need to get this all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FOR ME xDDD ^_^ ((((-=!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8381708584116873737?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8381708584116873737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8381708584116873737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8381708584116873737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8381708584116873737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/04/uneventful-sports-day.html' title='-Uneventful- Sports Day'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7327770107566599329</id><published>2008-04-17T18:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:49:23.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We PLAY IT COOL~ MADA MADA DANE!</title><content type='html'>Sports day's tomorrow! Aha. I'm not down for any individual races because I ain't interested in those run-for-oneself races. It might sound a little immodest but I'm stating the truth. I'll be on first aid duty so, friends, do fall down when you cross my checkpoint. I'll then be able to perform my first aid skills in case they've turned rusty in the months, or to be exact in the past year. I attained my licence somewhere around this period last year. Back to the sports' day events. I might volunteer myself for the CCA relay race if I manage to round up enough number of my friends to join me. As usual, the message was spread to most of my friends early this week. Don't pause and give much thought about it, should there be a CCA race, please put your name down for it. Take it as a plead from me. I love such races because you get to run with all your fellow friends and compete against each other AS A TEAM. Win or lose, it doesn't really matter though. And do remember to egg me on if I were to run! Hoping real hard that most of the UG friends are set on runnning, if not, I might not do so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told you guys about our Physics trainee teacher yet. Mr Koh, or you can call him my brother (I call him that). Real patient, understanding and affable. He is willing to sacrifice time out to coach every single students if you request for it. He reminds me of Raist but I guess the teaching techniques he employs are much... hmm effective? He can easily convey his ideas to the class lar. So, Raist, if you're reading this, don't get demoralised, you're also one of the best teachers I've ever met so far. Very easy-going and always have ways to communicate with a student real good. I think most of you would agree with me. But Mr Koh is more of a Mr Peacemaker kind of teacher though. Somehow he can win the attention of students easily, and without realising it, commands a lot of respect from us. I know of this guy, Lin Pei who's also currently training to be a teacher. He should be at some teaching tryouts at some JC now. He's sporting and always encourages us to do things as a group and stay united. Met him at a camp and I remember telling him that he would be a good teacher after a campfire. Just thought that it'd be an asset to the school if he was one of the teachers, Potassium Hydroxide or my 'brother', I mean. But that's my take of the qualifications for a teacher though, I don't know what's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sidetracking a little. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might find this post, and many others a little too long, so sorry if it wears you out from reading it! I don't read what I post after all because I don't have this urge to read lengthy posts too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to those running tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO BEAR IN MIND : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FALL RIGHT AT MY CHECKPOINT!&lt;br /&gt;-WANT GLUCOSE WATER? "REFILL" AT MY CHECKPOINT!&lt;br /&gt;-ON THE VERGE OF LOSING THE RACE BUT DO NOT WANT TO LOSE SO INGLORIOUSLY? FAKE INJURY AT MY CHECKPOINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! Chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7327770107566599329?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7327770107566599329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7327770107566599329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7327770107566599329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7327770107566599329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/04/sports-days-tomorrow-aha.html' title='We PLAY IT COOL~ MADA MADA DANE!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6584911455925391324</id><published>2008-04-07T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:45:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Special Edition-</title><content type='html'>I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6584911455925391324?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6584911455925391324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6584911455925391324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6584911455925391324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6584911455925391324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-edition.html' title='-Special Edition-'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6667111934899343905</id><published>2008-04-05T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:34:48.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the compassion?</title><content type='html'>Wow. The flurry of activities this week made time fly real fast. I've lots of events on my list and there are some I've to unwillingly give them a miss. With the Speech Day performances and parade taking off flight smoothly yesterday, it's with a wave of relief I held in welcoming in the weekends. But hell, who is to know my beautiful Saturday is to be ruined in such an inelegant fashion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nasty incident cropped up during NDP internal training today. As usual, I was already up and about, hopping around the house in the early morning, eager to on all tasks. I was shortlisted for yet around round of qualification selection. I thought it was something of a miracle that I still made the cut. But then again, my intuition's telling me to let the chance slip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad vibes came in while I was doing the drills. I could feel my muscles straining and the toes on my right foot were feeling somewhat stingy. Soon after I couldn't even march on the spot properly despite having a neat start to the drills. Having the impression that there was an object stuck to the soles of my boots, I requested for permission to fall out so that the pain in my toes could, hopefully, subside. Well it never did. Unfortunately. I removed my socks to find mosaic of lacerations over my toe. The biggest one. What do you call that? The big toe on the right foot. I knew then that my chances of getting into the contingent was drenched. If not totally, then an 80% assurance of not landing a spot in the contingent. &lt;strong&gt;There was a nail protruding right into my boots.&lt;/strong&gt; Ouch. Gingerly I pulled it out and walked slowly to the squad. Limping. A rather grouchy Mdm then shouted&lt;strong&gt;,"Walk quickly. Stop fooling around!" &lt;/strong&gt;I could have raised my voice at her but I decided to not aggravate the problem and ran back to join the squad. Bloody hell to her. Can't she be more understanding when I had already initially told her of the possibility of an object stuck onto my boots. Since my foot wasn't in its best condition and wanting to not endure more lashing and dressing-down, I continued with the drills. What happens when you had just had been poked by a nail that is as sharp as the tip of a knife but doing away with its smaller tip? Yes, you screw up all your pacing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already infuriated with the Mdm when she accused me of "fooling around". She must have thought I feigned the injury because no matter how hard I tried to signal to her that I was indeed injured, and badly, she went ahead to point out my obviously wrong timings. Can you keep up with the rest with your foot in such ailing state??? Tan May Chin is not that crafty a person to come up with such unscrupulous tactics to cheat my way out of the drills. Because, take a look at things clearly. I AM THERE BECAUSE I WANT TO BE IN THE CONTINGENT. This means that I have to perform to the best of my ability. If I faked injury, wouldn't it lower the chance of me getting into the contingent? So, think again logically. Do I stand to gain if I pretended to have been hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the pain grew unbearable and I thought enough was enough. I called it a day. When the fact that I was pricked by a nail was ascertained, I was given first aid treatment and left under the care of a lady. And yes, that MDM who alleged that I was "fooling around" did not even apologise for wronging me earlier. I'm so gonna lodge a complaint. How can she assumed the status of VI at the HQ when she even had doubts someone is really in need of help and injured? Do you have to bleed in order for others to know that the injury you were inflicted with is a genuine one? Wake up, you left me just so digusted and disgruntled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6667111934899343905?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6667111934899343905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6667111934899343905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6667111934899343905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6667111934899343905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-is-compassion.html' title='Where is the compassion?'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1618867386671323285</id><published>2008-03-31T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:20:14.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist, Lick, Dunk, I WANT OREO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cookie Monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/cookie-monster.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1618867386671323285?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1618867386671323285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1618867386671323285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1618867386671323285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1618867386671323285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/twist-lick-dunk-i-want-oreo.html' title='Twist, Lick, Dunk, I WANT OREO!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8258921451710718696</id><published>2008-03-23T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:46:28.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP selection drive</title><content type='html'>Okay, this would be a really quick post cuz I'm tight for time. Went over to Evergreen Secondary for the NDP selection event yesterday. It was enjoyable but at the same time rigorous. I knew it was because 15 minutes into the drills and footwork stuff my pulse was racing real fast. You must think I'm insane to feel for my pulse at such a time, but after going through my SFA course, I would, occasionally have this habit to feel my heartbeat rate when doing things physically tiring. Then there was this time when I marched-on-the spot right after a break, and my ears went blocked. That has gotta to be damnest thing to happen because I hear all the noise on a high pitch, even my breathing. And that has got to mean that I can't hear how loud I was breathing. Then this friend beside me tapped me to check on whether I'm alright. She must be thinking I was panting. I shall give you all an overview of how I fared. I don't think I'm gonna get in. Made a few mistakes but they weren't that obvious to the eye. My marching. The sirs and mdms say my marching is fine when one looks at me from the front, but from behind they can find a really grave mistake. And that is, I usually have the habit to pull my arms too inwardly instead of going straight to the back. ROFL. That's a point enough to kill you. But after a while, I somehow perfected the right move... but a leopard never changes its spots, and slowly I revert back to my usual style but switched to the correct one when I discovered I made an error. Never mind, all that's in the past IS the past so I'm gonna put this behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now down with a bad cough. Mum keeps telling me to take cough syrup but I am the kind of person who thinks cough syrup makes you feel drowsy and thus spoil your day. You end up doing nothing but sleeping all day around. If I still stubbornly refuse to take my medicine, I guess it would be a shouting match between me and whoever tells me to have my cough syrup. After all, I had a shouting match once with my Dad when he tells me to drink Milo. I was having a sore throat then and ain't in the mood to drink such beverages lar. And guess the winner? Hah, it's me. Want to know the reason? It's a SECRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8258921451710718696?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8258921451710718696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8258921451710718696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8258921451710718696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8258921451710718696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/ndp-selection-drive.html' title='NDP selection drive'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7089623633115943963</id><published>2008-03-14T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:40:50.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at Melissa's house and Immunity Attack!</title><content type='html'>You guys wanna know what day it is today? It's &lt;strong&gt;WHITE DAY (also Marshmellow Day)&lt;/strong&gt;! If you don't know what it is, then it's a real pity for you to be living on earth. hah,&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;JKJK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! (Amelia, I'm merely joking, I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was spent at Melissa's house with Amelia, Cheryl, Alex, Lennard and Han Guang. What else but to work on our SS project. Lennard's there because we were supposed to start researching on our History project but the time was mostly reserved for SS. But never mind since I've already completed the essay part. I've got a bad throat early in the morning and Amelia and Melissa kept teasing at me for the way I talked. Okay, it was awkward, I confess, but when a bad throat strikes you, you'll definitely be in no mood to enjoy your day. It hurts like millions of needles darting towards you and starts to prick at you. Rest assured, the two of you, that I would be the one making fun of you guys the next time round. ^_^ Stayed at Melissa's house till the evening and by that time, our energy have clearly been wiped out. Especially so for Amelia and me because my condition was getting from bad to worse. My head feels disoriented and the funny thing was that as Amelia, Cheryl and I were going on the overhead bridge, Amelia and I knocked onto the railings a few times. Kinda stupid but our legs were, at that point of time, giving out on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to consult a doctor at 9 in the night because my body system just couldn't stand the battle with the virus no more. There, I was given lengthy procedures of checking my blood pressure, temperature and the usual exhausting admin stuff. I loathe blood pressure-taking time because there's always this uncertainty of whether you can gonna be diagnosed with low blood or high blood pressure. Yes, I know there's a very unlikely chance you'll get it (AND TOUCHWOOD), but there's still this fright lingering inside me for no particular reason. Damn, am I relieved after all the tests, etc. True to what I'm experiencing now, the doctor says my inner body temperature is very warm while my surface temperature was a stark constrast to the former. I was already feeling hot-and-cold at Melissa's house. It's like the blood flowing in my body is baking hot but the temperature at which you touch my forehead says otherwise. I posed a rather "impolite" question to the doctor after all the tests and consultation. I asked,"Why do I have you see you monthly?" As far as I can recall, I'll been falling ill for numerous times since the start of the year. Which is considered surprising since I usually am unwell for once a year. I mean, excuse me, doesn't it tire you out to be visiting a clinic every month because you're down with some sickness? Hasn't curiousity overrode you to ask the doctor why you're sick at least once a month? For me, it does. And the doctor's response was that it might be because I'm away from home so often that I might have contracted the whatever infection from others. Fair enough but still, it's a chore to see you every so often, MR DOCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get chillin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7089623633115943963?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7089623633115943963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7089623633115943963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7089623633115943963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7089623633115943963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-at-melissas-house-and-immunity.html' title='Day at Melissa&apos;s house and Immunity Attack!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3995554598149364886</id><published>2008-03-13T14:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:15:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Boy becomes a Man - 11 March</title><content type='html'>Fourth day of the holiday and yes, how are you all doing? I've got a line of triumphant events on my programme list this time round. The most exciting one being my brother's graduation from BMT. The performances by the recruits were beyond brilliant and I like the part where they did the BMT roar. Then before the whole show wraps up, they actually tossed their caps up. Yes, like graduates throwing the mortarboards high up towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hilarious part comes while on the way to the ferry terminal. Derek, who is one of my bro's best sec4 pal called out for him from afar and asked whether the person standing next to him was is sis.(WHICH IS ME) When my brother acknowledged, Derek says something like,"No wonder she looks familiar." After which, my brother turns to me and asks whether I know or recognize him. And guess what's my reply? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Isn't that guy your gay mate? Yes, I know him." Because other than him, there's Samuel, whom, I heard from others, has a very strong friendship with my brother. Anyway, Samuel's enlisting for NS today. So, congrats. I think I should stop here then. Will find some time out to share with you guys the rest of my adventures when I'm free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R9k0YcVwAoI/AAAAAAAAADs/tbAJhsSOwGc/s1600-h/DSCF0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177226841168020098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R9k0YcVwAoI/AAAAAAAAADs/tbAJhsSOwGc/s320/DSCF0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my bro's best buddy! He's an idiotic guy! ;DD 3 months of rigorous training has made him a nutty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R9k09MVwApI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-wIb1qe4vIY/s1600-h/DSCF0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177227472528212626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R9k09MVwApI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-wIb1qe4vIY/s320/DSCF0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of my brother and his commander.When I saw this guy 3 months back, my brother told me he reminds him of Miss Fu! HAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3995554598149364886?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3995554598149364886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3995554598149364886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3995554598149364886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3995554598149364886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/fourth-day-of-holiday-and-yes-how-are.html' title='When a Boy becomes a Man - 11 March'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R9k0YcVwAoI/AAAAAAAAADs/tbAJhsSOwGc/s72-c/DSCF0531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3657863873937915248</id><published>2008-03-06T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:42:30.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H-O-L-I-D-A-Y!</title><content type='html'>I haven't had any idea why, but it seems like I've got double vision right now. Everything appears fuzzy to me. Goddamn. Anyway, the March holidays's just 2 days away! I might consider going on my hunt for my anime collectibles. Oh, and I haven't let you guys see the Anpanman calendar I ordered from Kinokuniya some months back. Quite eye catching I'd say. It's imported directly from Japan but the tab's on my sis so it isn't that much of a concern to me in monetary terms. Will show you the pictures when I've got time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels results are out tomorrow! I'm bloody anticipating for my brother to return home. And he's graduating from BMT school on Tuesday. Big Day. Mum wants me to go with her to P.tekong that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hotting up. So, chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3657863873937915248?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3657863873937915248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3657863873937915248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3657863873937915248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3657863873937915248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time.html' title='H-O-L-I-D-A-Y!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7853369595458735194</id><published>2008-02-25T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:54:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Chemistry's doomed. I screwed up to the extent that I can't even flunk the paper. If I gripe that SS was a hard knock, then Chemistry must be a hit-and-run case. The paper, needless to say, was way too easy. So simple was it that it can be complicated easily. I'm peeved at myself for not being able to do it good and do it well. Perhaps I underestimated things. Since this's the last test of CT1, I was expecting to pull off everything nicely and take my leave with a good performance. Do you know how much it prick to put in so much effort for one subject and walk off the exam room feeling as though you're the most nit-witted person on earth? I feel the heartache because I was gamed to do well for this subject. I really wanna pull the whole show off impressively and go home the happiest person. It's like I got rammed by a car 20 times and my pulse just keeps beating even though you want it to stop, like I've had enough of everything but the problem just stays stuck to me. O, and maybe I should add, it's comparable to you striking lottery but misplace the money before you deposit them into the bank. 1001 daily examples to quote from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly dozed off on the bus on the journey way home but thank goodness Ashiqin, Bryan and Hairul came up the bus and tapped me. Hahaha, I guess this's a result of me being bogged down by disappointment. But yes, from that moment they boarded the bus, it was as if I was lifted out of my trance. Because whenever I'm in low spirits, seeing a friend or two smile at me is the best thing I can ever get. Was supposed to go to the movies with Amelia, Cheryl, Melissa and Kelly but I'm grounded and even if I were to join them for the evening, I wouldn't be enjoying myself thoroughly because of Chemistry. Sorry friends I don't want to let anyone see me in such a sad sight. Let me get over this one last troubling time and I'll be alright and go out like what I always did with you guys. If you're asking me how in the hell do I know I'm gonna fare badly for Chem, I'd say I'm the one doing my paper and only I can gauge by how far by my standards I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want people to see me in such a defeated and sad state. It's a vow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R8KCFTm103I/AAAAAAAAADU/oCe6uBGgI64/s1600-h/hitman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170838349848892274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R8KCFTm103I/AAAAAAAAADU/oCe6uBGgI64/s320/hitman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7853369595458735194?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7853369595458735194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7853369595458735194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7853369595458735194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7853369595458735194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/flabbergasted.html' title='Flabbergasted'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R8KCFTm103I/AAAAAAAAADU/oCe6uBGgI64/s72-c/hitman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8159716365670542955</id><published>2008-02-24T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:04:04.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year older</title><content type='html'>I'm fifteen, 15. And this year is an especially soggy celebration because I'm barred from eating anything. Which makes it just another ordinary day. Unless you're referring to my cell which has been flooded since early morning. Apart from that, it's just 24 February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Thanks for bombarding my phone with messages mates. That will make up for the many presents I used to receive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8159716365670542955?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8159716365670542955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8159716365670542955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8159716365670542955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8159716365670542955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-year-older.html' title='1 year older'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7638621850334284317</id><published>2008-02-17T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:36:08.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not worthy</title><content type='html'>Received hellava messages with regards to tomorrow SS test. Sorry guys if my replies came late. I didn't bother to check my mobile since it's in the silent mode. I hope what I've told you all works out well because... it's also the first time I'm sitting for the SS test. Ok, we shall not let that be an excuse that impedes us from getting our A1s. My apologies if I'm not of any help. I'd suggest you go look for some history students or whichever teacher some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had yusheng for supper the previous night. Man, I didn't expect it to be so scrumptious. It looks yucky with those long threads of noodle-like stuff but when you actually jumble everything together, it's nothing but rojak. So my bro came back for the weekend break from his BMT training and informed us about his being selected into the commanders' or MP division. Judging from what he says, he's sandwiched between his choices because he keeps asking me which one he should go for. He thinks the training for commanders is pretty tough but after you successfully endured the whole grooming sessions, well, you're all ready to personally train the BMT freshmen. That's his problem anyway so shan't talk so much about it. I'm not being irresponsible I hope. rofl. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rounds of revision : here I come. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7638621850334284317?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7638621850334284317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7638621850334284317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7638621850334284317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7638621850334284317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-worthy.html' title='I&apos;m not worthy'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7758381042821445106</id><published>2008-02-06T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:52:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, was thinking about what a piece of shit I've submitted as essay today. Definitely one of my lousiest judging from what I did in the past. But one consoling thing is, I've written worse. So you wanna know what was the first thing I did right after I got home? Sleep. That's right. I've always been like that after taking a paper. Especially so if I've got a gut feeling that keeps biting me in the mind telling me that I'm finished. At least sleeping helps refrain me from brooding over the problems temporarily. My &lt;strong&gt;nerves problem&lt;/strong&gt; came up again during the test. Heckkkkk. Of all times why must it be now?! I just dont kinda understand why exams are so different from tests. It's always popping up during such unwelcomed times. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes. ~ DDDD=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7758381042821445106?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7758381042821445106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7758381042821445106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7758381042821445106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7758381042821445106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/fucked-up-day.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1613392430621189517</id><published>2008-02-02T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T04:17:08.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Buffalo Day!</title><content type='html'>Ha, I'm sitting here because I've finished my maths. Yes, 3.45am. Anyway, I was doing my Maths homework around 8 in the night when this sleepiness slowly seeped into my system and eventually I found myself asleep on my bro's desk before waking at 2+ am. My body system simply just shut itself out. Forgivable since yesterday was an enormously draining day. Parade rehearsal was fabulous yesterday. So much more fun than the past 2 trainings. Water parade was demanding yesteday. Ya know why? Because I drank up a whole 2-litre of water at one go. I ended up helping my squadmates finish up their drink. Haha. And I told them that should this happen again next time, a charge will be imposed for every drop of water I take. The new instructor was all laughs anyway. He sure knows how to tickle the bones of everyone. Especially when he marches and when he first gave the commands. My friends and I were trying our best to make out his words given his, can I say awkward accent? But we gradually grew used to the way he speaks and things were easier. I must say Friday is the day of the week I'm looking forward to in school these days. Going around and crapping with other UG friends, heading home with them and nothing but plainly conversations about many meaningful stuff. Just talking to them puts you at ease, comfort. It just feels like you can tell the world to them and no restriction line is drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this week being such a bumpy one, capping it off with a nice end makes all my troubles go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stayed back on school on Thursday with Sage, Alex and Angsiang and talked a lot about school life. Was pretty good but a little disppointed with some crap stuff. Ah, never mind, let bygones be bygones. There's nothing that deserve our pity right now. Feels so much better after talking to those whom you are so close to. I'll feel worse and more sorry if I'm not responsible for the things you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should make my way off on a happier tune. Lennard inquired about the procedures for CPR and tried performing it on Marven with such affection. ROFL! Hello brother, remember feel for pulse/listen for breath, otherwise, &lt;strong&gt;2 blows on the mouth and 30 slaps on the chest.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1613392430621189517?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1613392430621189517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1613392430621189517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1613392430621189517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1613392430621189517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/water-buffalo-day.html' title='Water Buffalo Day!'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3510923593131665345</id><published>2008-01-30T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:31:26.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection</title><content type='html'>Found this photo in my folder again.  I value this photo real much because (if my memory's not failing me), this's the first ever shot we posed together. There goes : &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R6A1JXcexDI/AAAAAAAAADM/SoL1sxnNWaI/s1600-h/sports+day!+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161183607995155506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R6A1JXcexDI/AAAAAAAAADM/SoL1sxnNWaI/s320/sports+day!+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From L-R : Cheryl, Melissa, Me and Amelia! P.S : this was taken in our sec 2 days. =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3510923593131665345?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3510923593131665345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3510923593131665345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3510923593131665345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3510923593131665345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/recollection.html' title='Recollection'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R6A1JXcexDI/AAAAAAAAADM/SoL1sxnNWaI/s72-c/sports+day!+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6550575676512898041</id><published>2008-01-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:07:33.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantalising Saturday</title><content type='html'>Earlier plans with Amelia and Melissa to hang out today, watching movies and simply chilling out at Kbox were shelved today. That's such a flop. The appointment was called off because Amelia has to attend some church services or whatever programmes and that leaves me and Melissa going on a duo date. Had initial ideas of going to the cinema with Melissa to watch 27 dresses but again dismissed the plan because of some reasons or another. So stayed at home to do some reading coupled with pecking away at my assignments and school sorta stuff. With school assignments already cleared before the weekends began, that means I merely went through some important notes, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Compass Point with the intention of getting the I Am Legend movie novel but stocks haven't yet arrived. I saw the book at Times at Plaza Sing some days back and decided to pick it up some day. Damn, just when I manage to slot in time to get the novel, news of unavailable stocks hit. That's what I detest about bookstores like Popular. Major bookchains always get the import of the lastest book first. Wasted trip. O, and I didn't head over to town because I was too lazy to travel there only to be the proud owner of the novel. It just ain't worth making the journey all the way down. Anyway I got myself the book Hannibal Rising from the library instead. Have wanted to give this title a read all the time but it always slipped my mind and luckily I came across it while my eyes ran through the rows of books on the shelf today. That at least adds a little console to my not getting the I Am Legend novel. Then visited Sembawang to check out the lastest release of movie DVDs. Yea, I haven't been watching movies for such a long time. It's so not like what my friends and I did a year or two ago. Or maybe during the december holidays. DVDs collections still remain pretty much the same old selection. Except for the HD-DVD or is it something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wanna bring to attention the creation of a study group. We'll meet, say once a fortnight or 3 times a month to render help to those who have some academic woes. My real purpose is that a study group means being able to employ the help of one another in the area of studying and we can actually be each other's pillar of strength to lessen the burden on us. But things like meeting 3 times a month won't be sufficient to reap in good grades so you guys still gotta put in some efforts yourselves. But whatever the case, I'll try to assist those in the study group. And Angsiang has already agreed to join us for that. I reminded him to recruit a few more people. We're opening up some 5-7 vacancies. More details to be disclosed at later period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6550575676512898041?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6550575676512898041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6550575676512898041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6550575676512898041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6550575676512898041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/tantalising-saturday.html' title='Tantalising Saturday'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1236375457075597751</id><published>2008-01-25T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:09:40.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapfallen</title><content type='html'>The second training for the speech day parade turns out to be a hard knock on the head for me. Kept committing grievous mistakes which I shouldn't have done such as moving the wrong foot during marching, resulting in my nerves cracking up and blundering on the spot. I feel so tuckered out like shit after training. I guess I really have to work on polishing up my skills and getting in sync with the people in front of me since I have this habit of taking huge steps. But since mistakes and problems are meant to be conquered, I should pluck up the courage, face them and correct them. The biggest source of encouragement can be found in my redcross mates and other friends, I'd say. Here, I would like to extend a big big thank-you to some of the netball fellas who were helpful enough to oblige to seeing where my drills went wrong. Not forgetting some practices my squad mates and co. specially conducted to identify our areas of weaknesses among all. rofl. It's really comforting to have people by your side to guide and walk you through the phases of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with some tips on navigating your way towards finding motivation in whatever endeavours you are dished out with. Personally I think that motivation traces its footsteps back to working hard for someone else. Channelling all your efforts, energy and time to the ultimate goal of the want to triumph for someone pushes you beyond your limits. It makes you want to plough on further. You never want to let someone who lays much trust in you down. Attribute your hard work to people, not for the general well-being of yourself. Win for someone who has faith in you, not for the acceptance or recognition of others. All these give you the due strength you need to overcome nearly everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I'm writing like this, it's because an unexpected encounter with a person from my past makes me give much thought about why I tried so hard back in those days : the desire to &lt;em&gt;carry on fighting it all out in the name of a someone but never for the selfish thirst of winning for oneself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1236375457075597751?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1236375457075597751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1236375457075597751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1236375457075597751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1236375457075597751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapfallen.html' title='Chapfallen'/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7212422225410715131</id><published>2008-01-14T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:34:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a quick fix for you guys. I'll do the updating work when time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tSFtBwP8I/AAAAAAAAACs/yQFAc782h1M/s1600-h/CCA+day+-+UG+group+pic!+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tSFtBwP8I/AAAAAAAAACs/yQFAc782h1M/s320/CCA+day+-+UG+group+pic!+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155304456395440066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One for All, All for One". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tScdBwP9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Mo9O9hCyEpI/s1600-h/CCA+day+-+Swati+%26+me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tScdBwP9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Mo9O9hCyEpI/s320/CCA+day+-+Swati+%26+me!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155304847237464018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tSwdBwP-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/hVI471UAWms/s1600-h/CCA+day+-+me+%26+weixin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tSwdBwP-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/hVI471UAWms/s320/CCA+day+-+me+%26+weixin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155305190834847714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tTEdBwP_I/AAAAAAAAADE/EYJYauGXDC4/s1600-h/CCA+day+-+Mel,+Cheryl,+Maychin!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tTEdBwP_I/AAAAAAAAADE/EYJYauGXDC4/s320/CCA+day+-+Mel,+Cheryl,+Maychin!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155305534432231410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I realise. No one understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7212422225410715131?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7212422225410715131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7212422225410715131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7212422225410715131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7212422225410715131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-quick-fix-for-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R4tSFtBwP8I/AAAAAAAAACs/yQFAc782h1M/s72-c/CCA+day+-+UG+group+pic!+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-8752564032427524063</id><published>2008-01-08T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:46:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a ride from the past days leading up to now. And I envision the road ahead to be no more different giving the breakneck speed things are happening. Open your eyes wide and you'll realise 7 days have zoomed by since New Year. My apologies for not updating regularly because I just managed to squeeze in a bit of time only today. A little bit of diversion from the highway we are trodding on in recent days serves as a refresher for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of CCA day, I just want to make a simple request that will, hopefully, be extended out to everyone of yall. Friends who are in Uniformed Groups, you've been targeted! For the launch of my 'debut UG photo album', I wish to be able to snap some pictures with all those in full uniform this Saturday! So, be smart, look proud and don your uniform with pride this coming Saturday. I've reserved some compulsory names in mind. They are all previous 2ea students mainly because I want the group photo to be both a class momento &amp; our days in the respective UG. Try to sneak out of your booth (if possible for a short while on the big day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Cross : Athirah and Alifah&lt;br /&gt;NPCC : Alex, Weixin and Swati&lt;br /&gt;NCC : Angsiang &amp; LeongJun &lt;br /&gt;Girl Guides : Sagethya and Hazura (Are there anymore guidess around?)&lt;br /&gt;Scouts : Justin (If he's in favour of it, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've missed out on any, but I won't decline you if anyone wants a picture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes and happy schooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-8752564032427524063?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8752564032427524063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=8752564032427524063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8752564032427524063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/8752564032427524063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-ride-from-past-days-leading-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1956388954985112808</id><published>2007-12-31T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:17:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh heck, we're reaching the cusp of a new year. Seeing now that 2008 is now staring pointblank at my face, lets take a look at the record of mighty things I've done  this year. Don't gawk at my list really because hell, you bet, I'm just that great. Heh. Kiddin'! Well, time to unscroll the list then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Firstly, I wanna underscore the fact that I've not turned more aggressive than ever as compared to my Sec 1 days when friends messed up my stuff. Especially my textbooks. I just hate the wrappings to come off so soon. The most I do is just give a grunt or a 'tsk' sound, enough to have people going down on their knees.(that's a lie) Yes, I'm that sickening, even to my bestest of my best friend / family /stranger /whoever you are, I would hold it entirely on you if you do my stuff wrong. Hahahah! Make me less fussy then, if you can. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I successfully managed to coax Amelia into buying for me an unworthy keychain that cost her $6 when it deflates in a few months' time. In case you're wondering, it's a chips 'n' dale keychain. And one more thing to add, I didn't return her $1. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl sometimes made me, Amelia or Melissa pay for her bus fare but she helped make good and offset the favour by treating me to a spaghetti meal. I won't forget. And how much does that cost? If I remember clearly, it is near the $5 mark. $4.90 if I'm not wrong. Thanks for your generosity. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa has been the one frequently loaning to me discs and stuff. A reliable good supplier if you ask me. Young tai-tai going through early grooming. All the best to her tai-tai future. And yes, Kelly, whom I shall not forget, buys us garlic bread and biscuits at times. Many thanks to her. Nice table-partner to have. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Channel 5 is now airing the NEW YEAR celebrations programme. Opening theme is the Hot stuff(lets dance) song by Craig David. It's sung by G.Singh. Speak of crooning a nice tune on the last day of the year. I do strongly recommend you guy s to buy Craig David's new album (Trust Me) released in November 12 this year. It's goddamn hot. He carries his voice so well. Able to get his audience blood pumping hard and fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, this year shall quietly yet loudly creep into its hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's Eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1956388954985112808?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1956388954985112808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1956388954985112808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1956388954985112808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1956388954985112808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-heck-were-reaching-cusp-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6872043051409523349</id><published>2007-12-25T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:19:30.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are some pictures I've taken over Christmas. I know Christmas's officially over tonight, however, there's still the 12 days of Christmas remaining. So, enjoy. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Creative Zen Stone PLUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CBstBwP4I/AAAAAAAAACM/InvA7e_KGks/s1600-h/Zen+stone+plus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CBstBwP4I/AAAAAAAAACM/InvA7e_KGks/s320/Zen+stone+plus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147756979085655938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a head turner??? ^^ ;&lt;br /&gt;gift courtesy of MK ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CCMNBwP5I/AAAAAAAAACU/zwRghHLmF6U/s1600-h/Cocktails+%26+red+wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CCMNBwP5I/AAAAAAAAACU/zwRghHLmF6U/s320/Cocktails+%26+red+wine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147757520251535250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine flanked by two cocktails at the side! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CCr9BwP6I/AAAAAAAAACc/S2YmtOkWw4E/s1600-h/christmas+neoprint+(Whole).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CCr9BwP6I/AAAAAAAAACc/S2YmtOkWw4E/s320/christmas+neoprint+(Whole).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147758065712381858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis finally gets to pose in front of a neoprint machine after decades. No wonder her smile's the cheeriest! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a larger scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CDMtBwP7I/AAAAAAAAACk/uwd0y5LwY48/s1600-h/Christmas+np.+1!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CDMtBwP7I/AAAAAAAAACk/uwd0y5LwY48/s320/Christmas+np.+1!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147758628353097650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Sis, &amp; me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be uploading the rest of the prints on large scale because Sis did not transfer them into my thumbdrive. And with time being so tight, I don't wanna spend time uploading the photos. My deepest of my innermost apologies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December welcomes the Christmas chills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6872043051409523349?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6872043051409523349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6872043051409523349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6872043051409523349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6872043051409523349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-are-some-pictures-ive-taken-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R3CBstBwP4I/AAAAAAAAACM/InvA7e_KGks/s72-c/Zen+stone+plus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3482924358249032735</id><published>2007-12-24T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:08:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been fervently awaiting for this month and day of the year to come. Christmas Eve, Ole! There are 3 special reasons on why this is a rewarding period of time. Cuz there's the old Christmas and New Year's celebrations coupled with my bro's birthday party which falls on 2 January. He just booked out of Army today - the second time he's done so since going into BMT. He's currently out now to get for me the promised gift he has pledged to buy for me after receiving his first paycheck. Whoosh, can't wait to check out Zen Stone Plus's functions. In return, sis, cousin and I got for my bro a Puma shirt. The material it's made in likens to that of a carpet material. Damn, and we are ordering a huge amount of food this year. I've this urge to grab a bite for everything but I can't stomach that much food. I just had 6 sticks of satay and 3 forkfuls of noodles and that's as far as I can go, because I'm reserving the vacuous space for tonight's real treat. But o, there are simply just uncountable amount of food for me to taste, which makes it even more so impossible for my appetite to hold. But I guess I'll pass the chances this time round, cuz there's still New Year queuing up for me to savour more fine food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left now is to wait for Sis to be done for her shopping and the birthday guy to come home. One highlight today is that we're gonna play sparklers! It's been mighty centuries since we did that. Aha, travelling back to childhood times tonight, tonight, tonight. Now, lift your butt up and lets play and party hard! Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Christmas just ain't Christmas without some human props around... that is, all of us's gotta be decked out in masks tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has just come around. Another Christmas year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3482924358249032735?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3482924358249032735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3482924358249032735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3482924358249032735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3482924358249032735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-fervently-awaiting-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7218355777225872572</id><published>2007-12-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:04:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back home from P.Tekong for my brother's send-off. Truly feeling beat. There, we were given a mini tour about Army's activities, amenities, and a meal which allows you to taste the standard of dishes. Nothing fascinating. Long speeches took the centrestage of the day. 1 video presentation and a briefing talk. Food were aplenty, many variety I must admit but still nowhere compared to Hawker or Home-cooked ones. Saw the physical training station. Thought it was rather interesting but will snuff out your energy in a sweep. To backbreaking for me, it appears. There's this thing which is shaped like a pyramid and you have to climb up to the top on the rolling logs carrying your ammunition and stuff. Guess I will only last 2-3 logs before falling off to the ground and make a laughing stock out of myself. Then there's this live grenade throw session every NSmen can attend if they pass some weapons test or whatever. Quite cool. It's like holding some oval objects in your hands and you just needa flung it out and hide yourself behind some barriers and there, you just wiped clean your enemies. Such a smart invention. Really wanna try out grenade throw if I get the chance. I kept telling my brother to get in the Medic unit cuz it seems so... well, awesome and you feel good helping the injured and being part of a natural disaster relief team to aid the others of their suffering. He was trying to shake the idea off me though. But whichever unit you get into 3 months later, just do your best bro! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving for Guangzhou tomorrow. So here's an early farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7218355777225872572?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7218355777225872572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7218355777225872572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7218355777225872572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7218355777225872572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-came-back-home-from-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1376218640475273066</id><published>2007-12-12T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:32:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So bloke, how has your holidays been? Mine has been unbelievably inviting, of course. I'll be making my way to GuangZhou on friday and no doubt I'll ensure I splash myself wholely into the spirit of holiday-making. With the day rolling nearer, this excitement inside me is damn well swelling, gonna burst soon. Hah. Many thanks to Dad who has especially made the plans to suit my taste. A little prelude to what my travel itinerary offers :  shopping, an essential in every vacation, and the thing that is the main driver to a fulfilling time there is going on a climb on the White Cloud mountain. How very dandy is that. One wonders what GuangZhou will hold out for me. Roasted pig, chicken or pork? Hahaha. Food remains the number one hot potato I guess. Hope finding a cosy, nice place for a meal after an exhausting day out will be made easy. Good food pipes one up. And probably I would be lugging home 2 travel baggage instead of 1. Because that means I'll be doing lots of shopping and getting way too much stuff for my luggage to accomodate. Yes, I'm gonna make sure Dad buys me infinite items and he won't restrict me to a budget. May luck be with me on this trip. For once, I'm flying overseas without sis and bro. You can bet how much I want them to be around. At least, when they're with me, we'll be yammering non-stop all day long. Lots to talk about, lot of fun times together. So Bro's packing off and away to NS tomorrow while Sis still has got attachment duty to attend to. Part and parcel of growing up, I think. People surrounding you just lose that 'magnetism' and go on their own ways, leading lives the way they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be sending off bro to Pulau Tekong tomorrow for his BMT stint. Mum keeps giving bro advices on how to take care of himself since last month despite her being an SAF officer and should understand that one ought to stand on one's feet and backbone one day. But nevertheless, that's what parents are there for - support. I find myself whenever Mum starts rattling off about tough NS days ahead, telling her that bro will come out a better and mature person - He'll near 21 soon after that. Naturally NS grills one's character question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a peek into life story again. Saw Amelia today in the MRT heading for SengKang with a few of my Primary School friends. Heheh. So I'm actually supposed to go out with the 3 of them - including Cheryl and Melissa - tomorrow, to bring Amelia to get the MaryJane bag. But assessing current conditions, this doesn't seem favourable since I've gotta be present for bro's send-off. So sorry mate, I'll bring you there next time! Or you can just walk around Far East with Cheryl and Melissa to look out for the bag. Just give me a ring if you encounter troubles locating the shop. And lastly, if anyone has any request to want me to help you purchase anything, mementoes or souvenirs for keepsake purposes, do inform me lar. I'll put in my best to get everyone a gift. If it's possible, that is. I haven't any idea what gifts and souvenirs GuangZhou provides. I'll nick some toothbrush sets from the airplane if I return home empty-handed for all. At least that serves as a souvenir right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evolves stronger amidst challenges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1376218640475273066?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1376218640475273066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1376218640475273066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1376218640475273066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1376218640475273066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-bloke-how-has-your-holidays-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2431467863109442374</id><published>2007-12-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:08:14.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/cookie-dough.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic and an original, no wonder everyone snakes your style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A filler post. Matters concerning me sure churn out chocolatey results huh? Cool enough quiz to try out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2431467863109442374?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2431467863109442374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2431467863109442374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2431467863109442374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2431467863109442374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-chocolate-chip-cookie-dough-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-3287764296356970816</id><published>2007-12-06T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:26:19.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so gonna get myself a new earplug. And probably a cheaper one too. Enhanced features most certainly don't work well for me, especially noise isolation ones. You see, earpieces that I've so far landed hands on simply surfaced problems within 3 months. Hahaha. I haven't got one with a good enough durability as of now. I tried Audio-technica some half a year back but the technology turned its back on me two months later. The reasons primarily it being a Japanese product and its claim of a year's guarantee! I'm not sure whether the warranty card works in Singapore but even if it does, who in the right mind would go to the manufacturer's establishment just to want them to compensate you for a earphone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling real unwell and I'm down with cough, a sore throat and blocked nose. All contributed by my foolish behaviour of not desisting those throat-burning food and of course for talking so much these days, going around the house and shouting greetings to everyone. No, not Christmas wishings. Just some conversational ones. But still, opening my mouth a time too many that my voice is trailing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-3287764296356970816?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3287764296356970816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=3287764296356970816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3287764296356970816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/3287764296356970816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-gonna-get-myself-new-earplug.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-5366028905251828546</id><published>2007-11-27T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:31:40.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As abrupt as I arrived for the meeting, I departed in the same manner. That's right, I left, as a matter-of-fact, midway through. My sudden departure must have helped risen the blood pressure of the rest of my mates. It startled me as well. I went off with a cloud of uncertainty looming inside me. Ill-mannered, disrespectful, brash, curt, irreponsible. Go ahead and throw all the words at me. I do deserve it, thats how I feel. When I got away in a huff, I was actually wondering what the heck I have done. The problem surely doesn't lie with my confidence or self-esteem. I'm not sure what it is. Cuz my confidence level hangs in the mid-range category. Frankly speaking, I wasn't a kid who can impress upon anyone when I was young. But as I grow older, I slowly begun to erect in me a castle confidence. Enough to tide me through now and the rest of my life. So the battle with confidence is over many many years back. Which means the real bugbear is my attitude which includes temper. Not that I see no wrong in what I did but given a second chance I would still have stormed off. With my last sentence being,'Next Meeting'. - which simply means see you all next time, it seems to mirror the image of someone who blatantly defies everyone's orders. Everytime I go for such meetings I told myself that I would do better today, improve on myself and all. But the resultant product is always the same as before, damn, I want to arrest the problem as soon as possible but how to when I fucking don't understand where I went wrong. I'm so stuck-up at such times that I don't even feel like making some small talk with anyone at all. Perhaps thats the real problem : stuck-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ample chances for me to prove to myself that I have changed but I always fail to cherish them, to tell the world that I'm constantly making invisible efforts which they don't happen to see. But I'm forever trying and not reaching my goal. Why can't everyone see that I'm putting every effort to change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, somehow I feel so much better right now, it has been nearly 2 hours since. Hahahaha. Anyway, I'm just glad none of my friends were present where I was today. It's just a passing surge of frustration. But no, I'm not gonna prove myself to the same people again. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-5366028905251828546?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5366028905251828546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=5366028905251828546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5366028905251828546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/5366028905251828546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-abrupt-as-i-arrived-for-meeting-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-7479128664623880444</id><published>2007-11-25T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:49:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was lunch with Mum, bro, and my cousin at a restaurant opposite NAFA. Bro was the one who recommended lunch over there. The cuisine (chinese) served was well, how do I put it, simply agreeable to our taste buds. One minute we were walking about, lamenting about how tired we were and the next we found ourselves totally energised and ready to head off to the next destination. So basically we doodled our time around the CBD area. Somewhere between Clarke Quay, Boat Quay and City Hall. The main show for the day was the hunt for my new camera. An arduous mission because we jumped from place to place in order to find the best rates and of course my desired model. On our to-shop places list were Harvey Norman (Central Mall), Audio House and Funan IT Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I did not carry home a &lt;em&gt;z10-fd&lt;/em&gt;, instead it was a &lt;em&gt;z5-fd&lt;/em&gt; purchased from Funan South Asia Computer. Total receipt amounted to some $328including a 2GB SD card. All thanks to my brother who does not mind the hassle of combing so many malls just to ensure I get a quality product. =DDD Firstly the z5-fd produced a sharper image quality with the bonus of having to pool out lesser money. &lt;em&gt;z10-fd&lt;/em&gt; priced at $399 but pictures quality was a far contrast from the former, a complete let-down from what I had expected. We took note of this cuz over at Audio House, a lady sales assistant told us to do a comparison between the two and at our stop over at Funan, it was revealed to us that z10 fetched a higher price tag cuz it was a novel product. So &lt;em&gt;z5-fd&lt;/em&gt; it was then. A picture adapted from the net to give you an idea how my camera looks like. One more thing to add, it's a brown colour one. Not light pink nor hot pink cuz my brother says it would make the camera look like some toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0lBl8r86TI/AAAAAAAAACE/4CfM2wYEQ3E/s1600-h/fujifilm+z5fd+(back).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0lBl8r86TI/AAAAAAAAACE/4CfM2wYEQ3E/s320/fujifilm+z5fd+(back).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136708970194200882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0lBgcr86SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W_2H6_4upGI/s1600-h/fujifilm+z5fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0lBgcr86SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W_2H6_4upGI/s320/fujifilm+z5fd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136708875704920354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;br /&gt;-Thanks Mum, Bro and Cousin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-7479128664623880444?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7479128664623880444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=7479128664623880444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7479128664623880444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/7479128664623880444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-was-lunch-with-mum-bro-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0lBl8r86TI/AAAAAAAAACE/4CfM2wYEQ3E/s72-c/fujifilm+z5fd+(back).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-4343566933562653443</id><published>2007-11-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:31:28.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum and Dad have given me to go-ahead to get a new digital camera. =D That comes at an opportune period and as a tremendous surprise. I did not expect them to consent so readily. I merely fabricated a few lame reasons (sound enough to convince them though, can't say it's entirely baseless after all. ;p) such as needing it for grand occasions like the upcoming Christmas and sending my brother off for his NS stint. Two solid reasons is all that I need. Of course a normal person would definitely have braced themselves up for the thick nagging work as would thought to have come from mums and dads. It's like someone ushered away the grey clouds and invite in the white ones that such a miraculous thing happened. Anyway, enough of this, should give you guys a preview of the camera model I have set my sights on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath...&lt;br /&gt;Don't exclaim please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, the moment everyone's been waiting for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah-Dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring the Fujifilm &lt;em&gt;Z10-fd!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gXY8r86MI/AAAAAAAAABM/oXrhsLoJpL4/s1600-h/CAMERA+FUJIFILM+Z10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gXY8r86MI/AAAAAAAAABM/oXrhsLoJpL4/s320/CAMERA+FUJIFILM+Z10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136381092390824130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an assortment of other vibrant colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYVcr86RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yrvwQacAk5s/s1600-h/z10fdpink-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYVcr86RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yrvwQacAk5s/s320/z10fdpink-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136382131772909842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYRcr86QI/AAAAAAAAABs/KILkXObHyic/s1600-h/z10fdorange-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYRcr86QI/AAAAAAAAABs/KILkXObHyic/s320/z10fdorange-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136382063053433090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYNMr86PI/AAAAAAAAABk/hFJ3QA2_lwo/s1600-h/z10fdblue-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYNMr86PI/AAAAAAAAABk/hFJ3QA2_lwo/s320/z10fdblue-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136381990038989042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYI8r86OI/AAAAAAAAABc/3ONIZSepwkQ/s1600-h/camera+fujifilm+z10+colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gYI8r86OI/AAAAAAAAABc/3ONIZSepwkQ/s320/camera+fujifilm+z10+colours.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136381917024544994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also available are colours like red. I'm at a loss to decide which colour to choose. Haha. All seems great to me. But I might make a switch in camera model. Do drop me some comments on which colour or other model designs to settle on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-4343566933562653443?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4343566933562653443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=4343566933562653443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4343566933562653443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/4343566933562653443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/mum-and-dad-have-given-me-to-go-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/R0gXY8r86MI/AAAAAAAAABM/oXrhsLoJpL4/s72-c/CAMERA+FUJIFILM+Z10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2584911877414594839</id><published>2007-11-22T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:57:39.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You are what You do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given much thought to what Mum has told me tonight. Guess she has a point there. Action gives rise to self. As in it helps in carving your character and personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling slightly uncomfortable right now. Breathing's heavily irregular and sluggish. A marked similarity to the time when I suffered an asthma attack or relapse when I was young. No, I'm not succumbing in this battle to the illness anytime soon. I've never stated having a history of asthma from 8 or 9 years old since nothing fatal happens. But somehow, I just am unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts a lot, a lot. Ergh. Fight this pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2584911877414594839?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2584911877414594839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2584911877414594839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2584911877414594839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2584911877414594839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-are-what-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-2160134549595960086</id><published>2007-11-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T12:29:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all. Did a little bit of reading this morning before revising my first aid skills. Yes, you hear it right. I'm actually practising and going through all over the course again. There's this yearning of wanting to further broaden my FA knowledge principally because of its many utilities that in the future, as I foresee, can be harnessed to provide assistance to those who need it out there. But before you get the idea that I'm finally feeling attached to red cross sorta stuff and marvel at me, I'll say, no, the spark is still not in me.(at least, it's slightly better than before, when I was in sec 1) I just want to be useful when someone meets an emergency/crises. That is one of the main goals I wanna achieve. My SFA licence expires on 2010. A validity date of 3 years. I have given thoughts about renewing the licence after I graduate from school or something. Yea, I guess that's the thing about learning. Either you put it to use or let it corrode. But fortunately for me, I'm not about to let my first aid skills degenerate - my one survival skill that I'm proud of. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is a process that needs meticulous husbanding. Grow it or let it wither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-2160134549595960086?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2160134549595960086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=2160134549595960086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2160134549595960086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/2160134549595960086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-9201077185356413003</id><published>2007-11-10T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:04:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the time most of you have read this, I would have been long gone. Left, hmmm. Seems like the downpour's kinda heavy. Lets just hope the turnouot wouldn't be affected. Anyway, since the class gathering's on Monday, here's my well-wishing and shoutout to yall all : &lt;strong&gt;HAVE FUN HAVE FUN HAVE FUN!&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be trying to enjoy myself on that day too, on that damn island. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-9201077185356413003?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9201077185356413003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=9201077185356413003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/9201077185356413003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/9201077185356413003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/by-time-most-of-you-have-read-this-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-1057763684251427351</id><published>2007-11-09T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:37:40.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys I'm back, yet again! I'll be camping over at Pulau Ubin for the next 4 days. Urgh. I've already cleared about half of my packing list. A little bit more work to go. I'm having second thoughts about bringing my moisturizer and facial foam along. I might be getting a new tube of sunscreen later on. MAYBE. After all, I'm not one to apply sunblock lotion and those stuff during camp.(blame it on laziness) HAHAHA. But considering the venue being Pulua Ubin, I thought it wiser to have it as stated in the list. And I guess I'll have to be open to new social experiences as of tomorrow cuz there's NO ONE, NOT A SINGLE SOUL whom I'm acquainted with, going to the camp. Goddamn, surviving 2 days and 1 night ALONE is already a pretty lonesome way during camps, what more 4 days and 3 nights? No choice other than to meet strangers and make new friends then. "Ah, don't worry, I'll be able to get most of their numbers by mid-day." God wonders whether this strategy I used during the Sec 1 orientation with Cheryl and Melissa still works. We were barely having a conversation of less than 5 sentences and I was already asking them for their numbers. ROFL. Never mind, I'll take an entire different approach tomorrow. Haven't got no ideas as of now. Advices are warmly welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, maybe a new song to keep everyone occupied and happy during the time I'm away. A short post before dawn tomorrow before I head for Ubin. And I'll be away for one week! The 4 days and 3 nights camp precedes another 3 days 2 nights one. Yes, consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-1057763684251427351?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1057763684251427351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=1057763684251427351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1057763684251427351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/1057763684251427351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-guys-im-back-yet-again-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6824006681554886461</id><published>2007-11-07T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:09:42.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was interjected through my reading this morning by this anonymous call. And guess who is at the other end of the line? It sounds like a pre-recorded version of a person's voice. The accent that came through was a bit Chinese. I couldn't really make out the words cuz the slang was way too strong for me to correctly construe what the heck the lady was talking about. Ah yes, it was a lady's voice. Anyway, I slammed the phone back into the cradle almost immediately. I wanted to leave the lady with a 'Are you derailed?' remark before hanging the line. But I thought that would be rather incourteous. And who knows who the heck is on the other end? Might turn out that mum hires a spy to check on me. Haha. ;p Okay, I'm going a bit off-course here so, Full Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the world. Why are adults always retracting back on their words? What's the point of enlightening us with hopes and promises only to go back to square one afterwards and leaving us feeling dejected? On hindsight, perhaps I ought to know, ought to understand, earlier. That this world is not just words and promises. To be inordinately furious is unlike me, but I'm totally devastated. Perhaps One day I'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6824006681554886461?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6824006681554886461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6824006681554886461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6824006681554886461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6824006681554886461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-interjected-through-my-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29931041.post-6269813463090779818</id><published>2007-10-31T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:36:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's out to everyone, Happy Halloween! It's a pity that Singapore doesn't widely throw a fete for this day. But to anyone who feels lonely not being able to celebrate this occasion, I'll say HI, YOU ARE NOT ALONE! For that being, I'm especially hyped up to join anyone to mark this special day. Oh hell, I'm talking as though Halloween's some extravangant affair. Anyway, here's a little dedication to all the little souls out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's an original piece of stupendous art. And therefore, no infringement of copyright will be tolerated. P.S credits to TAN MAY CHIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Ryif2WPEIiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6RZL4hK0_fY/s1600-h/PUMPKIN+HALLOWEEN!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Ryif2WPEIiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6RZL4hK0_fY/s320/PUMPKIN+HALLOWEEN!.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127523931791827490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29931041-6269813463090779818?l=inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6269813463090779818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29931041&amp;postID=6269813463090779818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6269813463090779818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29931041/posts/default/6269813463090779818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inconceivable-lies.blogspot.com/2007/10/heres-out-to-everyone-happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Maychin Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978846876781998304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BeifrjqIaI/Ryif2WPEIiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6RZL4hK0_fY/s72-c/PUMPKIN+HALLOWEEN!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
